| Random Chronicles Against The Rock |
| New Hampshire Writers |
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| From the creative mind of a New England fisherman comes... |
| Out Of Order Tales From The Sea by Billy |
On a early fall's cool and chilly morning, before the sun had rose and the sky lit I had the urge to walk a bit. Black
on one side and pre-dawn purple on my right I walked north.
Warm to the touch, the hood of my favorite worn and bleached sweatshirt glanced my cheeks. Finding the break in
the wall, in both ears even now, facing east, the crashes of the sea waves once a source of direction now makes for
a pleasant melody.
Nestled, back to the wall the cold cement buffered by a loyal fleece vest I get settled. Crumbled in places, scares of
battles and water waged wars curled like a wave, defiant, sturdy and stable. Ready and able, surviving no worse
from the wear, tucked up under my gaze turning stare. Dawns light over taking nights dark the bustle of life to the
west, behind me begins as more cars travel by north and south.
Finally, slightly at first but gaining speed every second the fiery red and orange globe peers over the horizon in the
east. As promised a new day begins and I'm humbled to be here to bare witness. Leaned up against this rock
foundation of protection I'm mindful of how small I am in the world.
on one side and pre-dawn purple on my right I walked north.
Warm to the touch, the hood of my favorite worn and bleached sweatshirt glanced my cheeks. Finding the break in
the wall, in both ears even now, facing east, the crashes of the sea waves once a source of direction now makes for
a pleasant melody.
Nestled, back to the wall the cold cement buffered by a loyal fleece vest I get settled. Crumbled in places, scares of
battles and water waged wars curled like a wave, defiant, sturdy and stable. Ready and able, surviving no worse
from the wear, tucked up under my gaze turning stare. Dawns light over taking nights dark the bustle of life to the
west, behind me begins as more cars travel by north and south.
Finally, slightly at first but gaining speed every second the fiery red and orange globe peers over the horizon in the
east. As promised a new day begins and I'm humbled to be here to bare witness. Leaned up against this rock
foundation of protection I'm mindful of how small I am in the world.