The Edge Of My Favorite Place
The edge of my favorite place,
A gentle wind blowing around me, and on my face the feeling is great,
The feelings the sights and sounds are real “This is no fantasy place”
As I sit here right now,the view is breathtakingly beautiful in this place,
And oh the “wow”
The view of the sea,
The mist in the air,
And as the mist lifts then rises again,
The cliff edge is reborn to be seen once again,
Washed with erosion so clean and so white,
The look is so beautiful with the sea riding high,
Looking beyond and back out to sea’
So peaceful but not quiet and wonderful to see.
The birds with their birdsong while soaring so high,
And the sound of the sea the symphony’s nice’
And so for a while just passing time bye’
I’ll capture this moment this moment in time.
So now as I sit by the edge of the cliff,
The edge of my favorite place.
For the curious “The edge of my favorite place“
mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008
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