Ocean Ledges
The primal work of Nature’s hand—
Her bold design in stone and cave;
Like granite halls above the sand,
Whose arching gates no eye could brave.
The cliffs rise high, their roofs a vaulted nave,
And near them lies the Cormorant’s retreat—
A cavern dark, where ocean’s cadence gave
A mournful song, a rhythm slow and sweet,
That echoes through the shore, where sea and silence meet.
The cliffs in grandeur tower tall,
Where waterfalls leap down in roaring flight.
The eagle nesting there beneath it all
Claims the cave as her delight.
She sings unseen, her voice a ghostly light,
That dances through the rocks in secret play.
The waters sparkle, leaping height to height,
And every mountain answers in its way—
A chorus born of stone, a hymn to break the day.
My gaze then turns toward the sky, the isle so proud,
Where cliffs reach up to brush the heavens’ dome.
The falcons wheel, the seabirds cry aloud,
Drawn to the heights, their wind-swept, ancient home.
And near the cove, the ledges churn with foam—
Jagged under waves, they pull the sea below.
The ships that stray too near are doomed to roam,
Engulfed in depths where none may ever go—
A fate for those who drift, unknowing, in the flow.
WoPoLi 
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