FORT GEORGE INLET

A beacon quickened on the eastern bank,
Glistening out its last light at the dawn.
The soft trees undulated overhead
Like restless children facing toward the shore.
Their silhouettes grew fundamental parts,
The great pines laced with limbs became alive,
Like dark green giants rising from the sand,
And marsh grass rustled, whistled with the wind.

A mile to cast the mighty breakers rolled,
Rising with the tide upon the jests rocks,
And breaking up the coral on the beach.
The solemn sun rose orange on the sea,
In momentary coolness like the moon,
And turned the once gray waters flaming red.

JAY COHEN

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