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Ode to Cannon Beach
Roxanne Griffin - Boomer - Fort Collins, CO
Imagine a place where sea mist conceals
Colors nature’s palette could only reveal.
Where reflections of monoliths in saline washed sand
Give rise to the beauty of a pristine seismic land.
Whilst mussels move softly in harmonic tones,
No enemies the anemones to star studded stones.
When white feathered sentinels sound all is well,
It’s time to lay open, come out of your shell.
As the beat of the ocean’s low tide comes ashore,
The proverbial search is finally no more.
Since echoes of life are no longer bound
In Cannon Beach Needle in Haystack is found.
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