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Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #1554582
A beautiful place in Maine
There is a little place on the Atlantic,
a postcard pretty town called romantic.
Out on Mt. Desert Island she sits,
where the waves smash rocks to bits.
I miss walking quaint Bar Harbor streets,
small stores, parks, and shops so neat.

Out on Cadillac Mountain we hiked,
while others jogged along and biked.
I thought the peak the top of the world,
when I stood there with my little girl,
looking out over the ocean and land,
that God created with His own hand.

We went for a walk on Stone Beach,
and Thunder Hole where waves reach.
We heard the crash of the ocean strong;
the Atlantic's mighty and ageless song.
My daughter and I loved the time so,
such a shame to pack up and go!

Surely this island is not my home,
but I think of her often when far I roam.
She is peaceful rest for my tired mind,
when all around me confusion I find.
There is a little place on the Atlantic,
a postcard pretty town called romantic.
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