Saw Tell Morning

The morning sun peaked through the forest of hairs.

On the crowed sandy shoulder, were the lilly pilly stands.

The sand flows in and out, with the pull of time.

The sharp rocks refuse to bow, as they stand in line.

Crabs build day time ball marques, that will be set up again the next.

Rowed up in lines, that distinguish theirs from the neighbors fence.

Whiting fish stream through the shallows, sleek like lear jets.

Their noses pointed seaward, clearly thinking they are the best.

The sun rises full gaze, reflection like scales.

Early morning, eastern shoreline tales.

© Deon Heemskerk 27-11-2012

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