sun rising,
promising a hot summer day.
Breeze blowing,
trees swaying,
tide receding,
exposing what it left behind;
broken shells,
someones goggles,
yesterday's sand castle.
a broken bottle.
tybee light
black and white
standing tall
a beacon for all.
shrimp boats chugging
out to sea,
dragging nets,
shrimpers hoping for a big catch.
sea birds waiting for their return,
squawking at my intrusion.
"and God placed boundaries on the sea and He set a bolt and doors, and He said, "This far shall you come and no further; and here shall your proud waves stop." Job 38: 10 & 11
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