'twas a glorious morning on Good Harbor Beach.
Images from the Easter Morning Sunrise Service hosted
by the Gloucester and Rockport United Methodist Church.
The pictures speak for themselves.
Simply Glorious!
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We were blessed with a picture perfect day on the first weekend of April.
Does anything else really say "Spring Has Arrived" than a three boys and their dad catching flys and grounders?
Someone needs sunglasses.
Come on, Dad! We're waiting!
Click on this one to enlarge it.
How many baseballs do you see in the air at once?
Here it comes!
Get down on it!
The boy that will be the most tired this night!
Simply Boys and Baseballl
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A Solitary Sailor
by J Michele Bodkin
a solitary sailor walks down a sandbank
the dry sand crumbles ‘neath his feet
these sands, water they no longer drink
paint cracking and peeling off of boats and a sink
the sun upon the hot sand beats
a solitary tree lies, where it fell, at the bottom of the bank
an old beach house decays ‘neath old dead oak trees
dry sea oats rustle in strong gusts of wind
a rotten shutter creaks in the cool breeze
old dry sea weed crackles and blows in the breeze
the sun falls towards the horizon
the wind bemoans its lost friend, the sea
the seaman on the tree trunk sits
a quiet fog upon the sand creeps
the burning sun on the horizon sets
the solitary sailor thinks of lost love, and regrets
the fog up to the log creeps
the fog inside itself, the seaman, lets
sun, to day’s eyes is visible no longer
the fog transforms into a wave
wave washes from the shore
with it disappears the solitary sailor
the man, no longer sea’s slave
stars appear and the sand turns silver
Simply Solitary
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