A Dream Place

by on March 9th, 2015
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Waiting there in a lonely cove

An old clam house now to our avail

Adorns a rickety covered porch

And planked floor that lured us

Inside white washed and pale

Not much more, a modest place

With sandy beach that leads to a dock

Yet to be built on rights that are rare

where a moored boat will rock

To the bay’s gentle sway

As we sit and watch without a care

While the sun sinks low, upon us a lasting glow

Before disappearing into this place

Where dreams are made,

Or dissipate if left to fade.

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