Passing By

Seagulls

A ship passing by
Lighthouse off in the distance
Its beacon brightly shines
My spyglass is hazy
On this very clear summer day
I would like to get a better view
Of these things so far away
The smell of salt is in the air
As a breeze blows by my face
The ship off in the distance
Passing slowly by this day
The water shimmers from the sun
Reflecting off its waves
Shades of green and blue
Against a clouded sky of white
The river runs into the bay
And ends up to the sea
The passing ship is nearly gone

Just a hazy memory…

Robert

2015