Yaquina Head
Newport, Oregon
Your gentle hand
A healing balm
The call to rest
A bee’s nest calms
Amid voices shrill
We tend our fears
A war is raging
The boot stamp nears
Ocean’s song
O’er passions spread
No hearts shall bleed
Nor tears we’ll shed
Calumny tales
To our ears burn
Salt mist sprays
The graceful tern
Turn away the notes
Of riotous creed
Breathe sweetened air
From a blossom freed
LiNdA
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