Down by the rumbling creek and the tall trees,
where I trotted from the flaked shutters to the shore,
does a patch of pink flowers sit. Northern Blazing Stars,
they shine like the lighthouse that is visible
from my pearl blue colored room,
and they cover the ground, bountiful
from the edge of the grass, to the edge of the sea.
Birds chirp as these stars are born and die—
Cardinals they are.
Though one would think Robbins rule this sea obsessed town,
where I trotted from the flaked shutters to the shore,
does a patch of pink flowers sit. Northern Blazing Stars,
they shine like the lighthouse that is visible
from my pearl blue colored room,
and they cover the ground, bountiful
from the edge of the grass, to the edge of the sea.
Birds chirp as these stars are born and die—
Cardinals they are.
Though one would think Robbins rule this sea obsessed town,
it is Cardinals that spread there red feathered songs,
from the edge of the grass, to the edge of the sea.
from the edge of the grass, to the edge of the sea.
This town obsessed with the sea,
now engulfed in a warmth of pink and red,
as the tides of blue and green near when the sun begins to set.
now engulfed in a warmth of pink and red,
as the tides of blue and green near when the sun begins to set.
