By The Fire

By The Fire short poem

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We escaped to the north shore of the California coast.
Drove through the gates and said hello to the host.

Slept by the sea and reclined in it’s embrace.
Overwhelming enchanting breezes in our secret place.

Viewed the ocean’s expanse and heard the mighty roar.
What a beauty to behold the vast waves come ashore!

How marvelous to watch the tides splashing the rocks!
We heard flowing peaceful sounds as the ocean spoke!

The darkness came; nature’s music continued to play;
The moon appeared; stars sneaked from their hiding.

Engulfed by the sounds as we inhaled cool breezes;
My sweet beloved and I sat by the fire.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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So touching is your depiction, feelings come alive, reliving those moments, by the fire…

V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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Good to hear the sounds of the ocean. Well narrated. One is blessed to enjoy such beauty.

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