THE HARBOR

under the awning

By Margaret BrennanPublished 10 days ago • 1 min read

I captured this photo using my cell phone.

THE HARBOR

Under the awning

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I sat beneath the palm thatched awning,

It was getting late; we both were yawning.

But as we turned our eyes to face the west,

No words could describe it: it was just the best.

There across the harbor so still

Was a picture out of God’s very will.

The sun easing down to sleep for the night

Was there, for our viewing, in our very sight.

The perfect ending of a perfect day,

Is what we thought as the sun fell away.

I may never see another so sweet,

As the sunset now falling, slow at my feet.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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