Poetry Pleases: Golden Bay
As you read this descriptive poem by Glen Taylor you will "see'' Golden Bay - and feel its peacefulness.
It's there!
Shimmering below the hill.
The Bay.
The green bush rises
To greet the day
Fringing the Bay.
Spoonbills, white,
Stand tall
On mud flats.
Herons, grey,
Poise above pools,
Watching.
A gull,
Skimming above the waves,
Sings to the Bay.
Leafy lanes,
Heady with the scent of jasmine,
Lead to rotting jetties,
Mirrored in still waters.
And a lone swimmer
Lazily moves through calm water
At peace, in the Bay.
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