Shore Leave
Calm cliffs rise up from beastly seas to soothe a sailor’s mind,
and rolling hills make memories of a different kind.
Though blades of grass may mimic the sway of restless swells,
more timid winds shake music from a string of tiny bells
woven through the tree limbs and stroke music from thin bars
sticking up out of the earth, topped off by tiny jars
that lips of breezes play like flutes to create harmony
under the stars that sets the hearts of land-bound sailors free.
These scenes that meet their gazes dispel dark memories
of months of troubled dreaming on tempest-tossed wild seas
Painting by Juan Antonio Pérez Ayala
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 691 today’s words to use are: bell mimic blade gaze hills jar soothe mind stars timid beastly sea

So beautiful Judy
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I love that photo. is it the villa were you were staying. It at the same time looks lonely sitting there and at another it is looking out on the world. I would be happy there.
SAM
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Well done, Judy.
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You have nicely woven the words into an engaging story.
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Thanks for kind words..
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Love this poem, Judy, and the painting is amazing.
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