Those Charcoal Shores 1985

Mere shining jewels stretched along those shores,
Raft Cove lures the many wanderers,
In time her secrets spoiled,
Only the cries from the gulls shine in that element,
Their waterproofed bodies brighter than the afternoon sun,
Ignite our thoughts way back amongst those empty shores,
Red cedars and sitka spruce watch with contempt,
That all is awake and every living being descends,
Back out along the beach,
The surging Pacific Ocean will reach,
They'll never let one sleep,
River otters search their tidal pool caches,
Beautiful wildlife know this rough place,
Meandering through strenuous dusty trails,
Like this charcoal stick held lovingly with details,
Moves on with confidence against the grain,
Each bite leaves some and removes more,
Good rains be gentle with your wet solutions,
Those challenging waves torment us all,
And worry us back along those charcoal shores.