A poem dedicated to the Oregon coastal beauty.
Now why would it be called such a name?
One only has to view it and know how it came.
Years ago it was said by the locals, who were so bold
This body of water was strong and so cold
It churns, swirls and then bubbles up
The waves come in like a 3 week old pup.
No matter at what place you begin to look
There is no start nor finish, like you have with a book.
This area is so moving to view such power
Does not make a difference what time or what hour.
Boiler Bay will take the breath right out of you
The water is so busy you don’t even see any blue.
The sound that it makes keeps you there for a time
You could get wet from the spray with its brine.
Next visit there, will be much the same
Now you will be able to call it by name.
You know, I was just wondering how Boiler Bay came about it’s name just prior to reading your poem here. Your description of it’s turmoil and boiling waves was so vivid!
Although I’ve been to a lot of states, Oregon is sadly not one of them. I’ve heard that it is a beautifully breathtaking state, however, and hope to eventually visit there! 
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
