It was her favorite place by the Sea,
where the waves crashed against the outer Shoals,
and rose high, hissing and roaring as they tumbled to shore.
The Sea Wind freshened her face, and pressed her skirt against her dainty, shapely figure. It lifted her hair, giving her an exotic, Siren form, exactly as if she belonged in these surroundings.
She could smell the sweat of Sailors, the
perfume of the Islands, and the lore
and majesty of the Sea in the Sea Breezes.
A Gull cried raucously overhead, and
she could hear the Siren's Call, beconing her
beyond the Shore, beyond the Waves.
But she was a Siren, and knew not to answer the call,
only enjoy the enchanting harmony and sweetness
of its' exotic melody.
She was alone, and all of Nature seemed
to take notice of her beauty, and of the fact
that she was among them, there along the shore.
She walked alone
enchanted, and enchanting,
A Stranger In Paradise!!
Ron Cole
March 2007
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Submission Name: "A Stranger In Paradise"
