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Ode to a Coastal Carolina Morning
By John Michael Grudzien
The morning along the Intracoastal Waterway
means promise and much to think and say.
This always-moving body of water connects us all
making north to south seem small.
Magnolia trees stand like sentries at attention and still,
as I merely walk on along the small green hill.
It’s here I sift through the moments of my life,
now and those to come.
The dreams and the memories rise as my face
feels the warmth of the sun.
Now, before me the sky opens a big old, smiling Carolina blue,
and my thoughts turn again to others and you.
I wish you could feel the stillness and the light.
It’s as if on this small ground all can be so right.
An egret stands on one leg in the marsh, the tidal pool still low,
and now I continue on, for it’s time for me to go.
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