Saturday, March 30, 2013

On Terracotta Sand

Terracotta sand with
Crabs nervously skirting towards the sea
Silvery water illumined by
An early morning sun
Driftwood settled on the shore
And here am I sitting 
on a gray pecked driftwood log as
I stop to enjoy the
Crashing waves and
Glance over as a pair of Pelicans sway as they
Glide like silent sentinels watching
That no one disturbs
The fragile nest of turtle eggs encased
In yellow tape that says,
“Stay away!
Let me live another day so
I may softly skim across this sand
To reach the ocean,
My home.
Be my friend.”

by E. G. Vazquez

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