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    • Terri Connett

    • March 24, 2015 in Columnists

    My day at the lighthouse

    Ascending to the very top.
    Breathtaking view below.
    Cigarette boats puff along the lake.
    Don’t you love the sound they make?
    Eerie, misty haze rolls in.
    Foghorn gently warns us.
    Glorious the sun returns, bronzed bodies back to their blankets.
    Half-naked humankind cavorts.
    I don’t judge.
    Jet skis bounce along the waves.
    Kayaks and paddle boards synchronize.
    Locals share their beloved South Haven.
    Mi playa es su playa.
    Near perfect day winds down with diamonds on the water.
    Overachieving kids, buried up to their necks in sand.
    Parents plea and pry them out to stand in line at Clementine’s.
    Quiet ushers in the night.
    Ruby, historic beacon of light.
    Sunset selfies cram the pier.
    Unflapped by it all, it’s my time to fly.
    Vibrant colors fill the sky.
    Who else would have this bird’s eye view?
    Yo, hey you, gonna eat that Cheeto?
    Zoologically speaking, I’m a ring-billed “sea” gull.

    • Love your “sea” gull and sunset selfies.

      • Terri Connett

      • March 27, 2015 at 7:31 am
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      Thanks, Kathie. I think it was good for me to write out of my comfort zone. 🙂

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