ELATION

A sea of seagulls swept to sea,

To ride the crests of waves that be,

Fallen trees and free driftwood lay,

Along the shores of this wee bay,

In warm water birds floated free,

Cool, light rain fell all over me,

A path through trees meandered still,

Its rocky route ’round tree and hill,

My walk to see all beauty here,

Lifts my spirits – my head does clear.

PTR April 12, 2011