Poem 203:

A Mexican worker collects turtle eggs to be re-buried in a protected pen.

A Mexican worker collects turtle eggs to be re-buried in a protected pen. Photo by Diane Thayer, used by permission

By the Sea

——————–

In the moons soft glow
the turtle wades ashore
to begin life’s journey
for her eggs held within

in the dead of night
while others do sleep
her nest will be made
the eggs to be laid

in the sand by the sea
she kept her promise to the shore
a lasting mark, amidst the sands
grains of life held within
a circle begins again.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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