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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