Port Harbor Peer
By Diane D. Norgard
On a clear February day in Florida, South
standing on Port Harbor Peer
Gazing at the Gulf.
With pole in hand, passing time
until a fish tugs on the line.
I listen to the children play
in sand and sun all the day.
I hear the gulls calling down
for bread and such thrown around.
My mind it wanders in and out
from now to a future I create without
any interruption or any counter thought,
where I am winning goals I have sought.
I notice a dolphin jumps in and out
It's friends and family joining along.
Someone near the peer is
singing a pleasant song.
The sun, it now starts to set
I look out to the west
pink, purple, orange and blue,
my thoughts begin to drift toward you.
I pack my things to hurry home
to find your smiling face.
So glad Port Harbor is our home.
