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Riding the Waves

At Grand Traverse Bay, Michigan

By Denise Brandell MastrocolaPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Soft sandy beaches, by sparkling waters,

calls us away as the sailors of old.

Beguiling, both your sons and your daughters,

romance is calling, our story's untold.

Wind in the sails, spray on our faces,

scudding along as we leave all behind.

Blue waters parting, leaving foam traces,

adventure is calling, what will we find.

Sunlight is fading, back from our wandering,

rest on a sand bar, while light fades away.

Moonbeans will find us, dancing, and shining,

gentle waves ebbing, on Grand Traverse Bay.

What were we seeking, and what did we find?

Youthful abandon, our cares left behind.

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About the Creator

Denise Brandell Mastrocola

I am a writer and editor. I have certifications in Family, Marriage, and Human Relations and like to write both fiction and non-ficiton books and short stories.

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