The Pier Poem

Weathered and worn, dark pillars reach for the rolling sea
Ninety-six years have past since she came to be
Fisherman’s lines, generations' cast, pleasantly intertwine
Blue Water, white mist, etch warmly upon our minds

Summers' breeze flows sweetly past to the shore
White gulls sail free, swooping, diving ever more

Frolicking black seals dip and rise with each Pacific wave
Majestic blue dolphins swiftly glide, leap and splash as they play

With every turn magnificent sights greet our eyes
North to west, and south to east is where they lie
Cabrillo's house lights for the wayward soul
Loma's point flashes for those that it trolls

Carrier of gray, wings upon her deck, fades to earth's horizon
Sails of white, blue and red bulge under the day's sun
Deadman's Isle, draped in eerie fog, resting his head to the west
Serpent Islands close in, snap at his feet with zest

White capped surf washes upon Playa de Tijuana sands
Bull ring rises by the sea, cheers gone from her stands
Hits of tin and board, poor and destitute masked from afar
Cries for help, for merciful change, fall silently hard

Ocean’s breeze rises upon mountains of sage brush and vine
Otay's rocky peaks silhouette the eastern sky
Mount Miguel stoically stands watch over the sea
Hills run to the shore, brown hawks graciously soar free

Aroma of lemon trees past lingers throughout the land
Cities Chula Vista, National and San Diego spread were they did stand
Blue of bay's bridge lazily arches, touches Coronado's coast
Crowns of red brightly sit atop the Del's royal towers and boast

Strands of silver sand flow, gently caressing my soul
Sea's waters rushing beneath planks of time, come and go
God's mighty storms pound and push over the years
Standing strong, unshakable, heaven for peace, the pier

j.k. blakely
11/6/05

 

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