Arriving just in time, I dropp down the hill to the bay below
I watch the pines brace themselves from the sea, looking away to the land
Wave upon wave thrusts against stone upon God's command, turning them to sand
The pines have chosen mortality, acting more like weeping willows.
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dear jack......your poem is awesome! enjoyed seeing bodega bay through your eyes! great write.cheers! ....ten