Vacation Home
Our cabin perches e’er so high
To best survey the rock-strewn shore
Where steadily the ocean’s tide
Sounds crashing waves’ resounding roar;
Weathered shingles exclude the storms
That sometimes rage through the night
A cozy fire glowing warm
Will lure us closer by its light;
Why we return here every year
Remains to me a mystery
Yet when departure time draws near
I pack my share of memories.
Joann Grisetti has been writing for 45 years. She is a retired teacher from Florida. She receives encouragement from her daughter and has recently enrolled in a creative writing workshop. She is a member of Poetry Soup. You can read more of her poetry there.
Thank you, Christine Tate, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteHi Joann, My husband and I love the ocean, only we don't have a vacation home, we are thankful to visit often since it's about 10 miles from our home. The memories you cherish are worth the time you spend there every summer. What can be more memorable than an ocean view? Material things will fade & rust, but the ocean is still the ocean! Thanks for painting a lovely picture in your poem! I could hear the waves crashing as I read it!
In spite of the raging storms, l picture a beautiful place to relax in.
ReplyDelete"A cozy fire glowing warm
Will lure us closer by its light"
A beautiful poem about a beautiful vacation house.
The memories will be with you forever - as I have memories of vacations in Santa Cruz, CA as a child. Remembering the boardwalk and the Orange Sherbert Cones and French Fries 'forever'!
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Hi Joann, it's the memories that draw you back to the cabin. When a place gives us a sense of joy or serenity, it's hard to leave it behind. Lovely poem! Best wishes, Carolyn Devonshire
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