Each dawn I’m drawn down to this shore--
to soft white sand and gentle breeze;
dream of my love on distant seas
sailed off to fight another's war.
“Pink sky in morn, sailors be warned!”
I pray he will return once more,
but life holds no such guarantees.
Each dawn, I’m drawn down to this shore...
© Ginny Brannan September 2010
Written for BlueBell Books Short Story Slam Week 9
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