poem

Scene: toledo, ohio: When created: Aug. 1995

originally titled: My views of the waterfront
Changed:11/25/04 to: "waterfront views"

I watched a man run
in bright coloered shoe;
then came a woman
who had a rock in her's too.
We all sat down to rest
at the waterfront view.

The trees waved gingerly
to the clouds passing by,
while winds blew gentle
warmly July.
And the clouds cast shadow
on the river that was nigh.

A white breasted sea-gull
did boldly approach me,
in a feathery gray suit.
His eyes met mind
but I had not a clue.
Till his glance look down
at the watwerfront view.

And the tree I did meet
being friendly by nature,
did introduce
some strangely small creatures.
But they all bid leave
I stay in my pleasures.

Oddly shaped and concrete trimmed
islands of grass did follow the river,
so did evenly space piers
some with small boats that quivered.
And with time patches of blue
waterfront sky grew bigger.

Sparingly as though at some great cost,
occassional boats swam against gray currents,
and a rainbow of flags upon white poles
signalled as the wind warranted.
Yes, in all its circimstance
a delightful daily occurrence.

There in my view a magnificent marvel,
stretching forth its lengthy expanse.
Its awesome strength told
in it mighty blue girder stance.
Ferrying with ease weighty cars
even great buses and truck by chance.

Then with night came the stars,
and there too was the moon.
This waterfront view
as elaborate as noon's.
aylight had run out
still spell-bound I loomed.

If I hear on the morrow,
there is nothing to do.
With staunch disbelief
and fervent knowledge to reprove,
I'll exclaim with a shout
let check-out the waterfront view.