The Unveiling of Acadia
I saw the bay unfold before me, vast, the morning tide.
On granite shelves the foaming waters lay,
Shimmering sunlight in the morning’s waves beside.
The coast of Acadia unveils the day.
The waters crash on sands that are by sea salt dried.
The sun tracing paths across the rising spray,
The dawn turns gold, as eastern clouds begin to glide—
Yet I stand still, my mind breathless beside,
The granite mountains rise with rugged face,
As dawn unveiled shores, perfect to abide.
The cove below promises a tidal grace,
With shells that glisten like stars beneath the tide.
The waves in sway begin to move from place—
As the waters, yielding, open the mud flats wide.
The deep holds treasures until the waters comply
to give their hoard to me, who dares the muddy sty.
WoPoLi 
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