The waves rolled in and gently caressed the
sandy shore.
I was mesmerized by the sound and taken up
with distant dreams.
Clouds overhead created deep shadows
reaching out to the horizon.
A soft breeze caused the sea oats to wave
as sentinels in the daylight.
 
One could imagine the magic of ships under
full sail long-ago.
Was there someone standing on this overlook
more than a century before? 
Waiting the arrival of a loved one from some
distant land.
I cannot comprehend this pastoral place 100
years henceforth.