It’s a hike, not a walk,
To the Dungeness Lighthouse.
The beginning is crowded with families
Tagging waves, spading sand.
Further on lovers sit smiling
On huge hunks of drift wood.
After a mile or so
Only explorers persist.
During estival days haze hangs
In the air from yesterday’s rain.
If sun glistens on water
The light blink seems part of the sea.
Big bellied freighters float by
With barely a glance.
To the Dungeness Lighthouse.
The beginning is crowded with families
Tagging waves, spading sand.
Further on lovers sit smiling
On huge hunks of drift wood.
After a mile or so
Only explorers persist.
During estival days haze hangs
In the air from yesterday’s rain.
If sun glistens on water
The light blink seems part of the sea.
Big bellied freighters float by
With barely a glance.
In winter cold grows
On the coast of Siberia.
The north wind forces the icy air
Down through Alaska.
There it lashes and slashes
Its way to the Washington shore.
The black ocean flexes
And bulges and breaks.
Roaring surf heaves floating trees
High on the beach.
Salt water mixes with fresh
In freezing sleet.
Ice plasters sea grasses
Down to the sand.
On the coast of Siberia.
The north wind forces the icy air
Down through Alaska.
There it lashes and slashes
Its way to the Washington shore.
The black ocean flexes
And bulges and breaks.
Roaring surf heaves floating trees
High on the beach.
Salt water mixes with fresh
In freezing sleet.
Ice plasters sea grasses
Down to the sand.
No glimmer of star
Can break through the overcast sky.
Still, without fail,
Far out on the spit
Flashes the lantern
Again and again.
Can break through the overcast sky.
Still, without fail,
Far out on the spit
Flashes the lantern
Again and again.
Written after hiking the 11 mile round trip to the Dungeness Lighthouse a few summers ago. Photos are also mine.
12 comments:
I like this! Did you write this? Because it's quite good. Nice photos, too.
Country Girl: Yes--all mine. Was quite an experience to take that walk. Stayed out there long enough to paint a small watercolor and then have it rained on.
All wonderful. You do get out and enjoy, don't you? I like this about you, a lot. Poem and photos are beautiful, especially that last shot. A good treat. thanks,
erin
What a beautiful post Leenie ... just beautiful. :-)
Felt like you took me there to experience a bit of your hike.
Cool poem and pics
What a lovely poem and photos. Beautiful words and scenes.
Beautifully done, Leenie. You certainly are multi-talented.
Don't know which makes me the most envious - the poem, the photographs or the actual walk. Excellent stuff Leener
Lovely, the last photo is especially nice.
Hi, Leenie,
Thanks for commenting about your camera type. This winter I've been using my Canon point and shoot, but last summer I purchased a Nikon D40 and used it some. Don't know much about SLR's, so any tips will be helpful. Do you have other lenses for your D40? Other than the one it came with?
You can email me at
junebug1976@hotmail.com
if you wish.
Wonderful Leenie-just wonderful!!
Great poem, I AM THERE! Perfectly described! Love your photos particularly the last one- Awesome! Well done, you!
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