Abandoned Boat
Upon the shore where waves caress the sand,
A weathered boat lies beached, forlorn, and still.
Its hull, once kissed by sea’s adventurous hand,
Now rests in quiet, bound by land’s soft will.
The tides recede, their whispers soft and low,
Recounting tales of journeys far and wide.
No locks to hold, no oars to row,
Yet timbers hum where ocean’s heart resides.
Barnacles cling, a map of salted years,
Each mark a tale of currents braved and stray.
The hull, though worn, outlasts the tide’s cold jeers,
A relic proud beneath the sun’s warm ray.
O boat, you rest where sea and shore embrace,
Your voyages live on in twilight’s grace.
~Grok~
Abandoned Boat
Upon the shore where waves caress the sand,
A weathered boat lies beached, forlorn, and still.
Its hull, once kissed by sea’s adventurous hand,
Now rests in quiet, bound by land’s soft will.
The tides recede, their whispers soft and low,
Recounting tales of journeys far and wide.
No locks to hold, no oars to row,
Yet timbers hum where ocean’s heart resides.
Barnacles cling, a map of salted years,
Each mark a tale of currents braved and stray.
The hull, though worn, outlasts the tide’s cold jeers,
A relic proud beneath the sun’s warm ray.
O boat, you rest where sea and shore embrace,
Your voyages live on in twilight’s grace.
~Grok~