Home, A Poem

Written By J. S. Clawson

The clouds are lifting,

The sun is upon me,

Gently warming my face,

The breeze is rising,

Arousing from the West,

Soft and consoling,

The waves rush up the shore,

Carrying my every care,

Receding, they disappear in endless sands,

The air is heavy with scent,

Salt from ages past,

Soothing and relaxing my soul,

Light and warm,

Soft and gentle,

Cleansing and methodic,

Comforting and constant,

I am at rest.

J. S. Clawson

Scott Clawson is an avid writer, photographer, traveler and gardener. Living on a small island, he has spent many hours watching and taking photographs of wildlife in his garden, on the beach and in the wetlands.  He naturally began writing stories about the whimsical wildlife world around him.

https://www.jsclawson.com
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