Spilling Her pieces to those on land.
She chisels, chips, fashions and sketches
Carving the coast, creates with caresses.
Precambrian stone ground to a glisten,
Whilst the landlubbers hug the shoreline and listen.
Our rugged, rocky, rough-hewn shore--
She dissects and designs forevermore.
Beth Weatherbee
An excerpt from
Maritime Melange