Simply Waiting

A quiet day at Magnolia Beach.
Two bring a kayak in,
While others sit idly by.

Waiting
Written by Carl Sandburg

TODAY I will let the old boat stand
Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in
To the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway.
And I will rest and dream and sit on the deck
Watching the world go by
And take my pay for many hard days gone I remember.

I will choose what clouds I like
In the great white fleets that wander the blue
As I lie on my back or loaf at the rail.
And I will listen as the veering winds kiss me and fold me
And put on my brow the touch of the world's great will.

Daybreak will hear the heart of the boat beat,
Engine throb and piston play
In the quiver and leap at call of life.
To-morrow we move in the gaps and heights
On changing floors of unlevel seas
And no man shall stop us and no man follow
For ours is the quest of an unknown shore
And we are husky and lusty and shouting-gay.

Simply Waiting

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Simply Dusk

Dusk is a magical time, especially on Cape Ann. It's a time to briefly pause and reflect over the day's events and to marvel at the beauty surrounding us. A walk along Good Harbor Beach gives you a chance to take a deep breath and give your thanks for all that you have.

Dreams in the Dusk
written by Carl Sandburg

Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

Simply Dusk

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