Poetry always gives me a certain feeling, a certain kind of inspiration.
I love it, then, when I find poetry in unexpected places.
Recently I found poetry on a pier….
….about a pier….
….on and about this pier:
Following is the poetry, but you don’t have to try to read the picture. I have transcribed the poem below the picture.
Weathered and worn, dark pillars reach for the rolling sea
Ninety-six years have passed since she came to be
Fisherman’s lines, generations’ casts, pleasantly intertwine
Blue waters, white mist, etched warmly upon our minds
Summer’s breeze flows sweetly past to the shore
White gulls sail free, swooping, diving ever more
Frolicking black seals dip and rise with each Pacific wave
Majestic blue dolphins swiftly glide, leap and splash as they play
With every turn magnificent sights greet our eyes
North to west, and south to east is where they lie
Cabrillo’s house lights for the wayward soul
Loma’s point flashes for those it tolls
Carrier of gray, wings upon her deck, fades to earth’s horizon
Sails of white, blue and red bulge under the day’s sun
Deadman’s Isle, draped in eerie fog, resting his head to the west
Serpent Islands close in, snap at his feet with zest
White capped surf washes upon Playa de Tijuana sands
Bull ring rises by the sea, cheers gone from her stands
Huts of tin and board, poor and destitute masked from afar
Cries for help, for merciful change, fall silently hard
Ocean’s breeze rises upon mountains of sage brush and vine
Otay’s rocky peaks silhouette the eastern sky
Mount Miguel stoically stands watch over the sea
Hills run to the shore, brown hawks graciously soar free
Aroma of lemon trees past linger throughout the land
Cities Chula Vista, National and San Diego spread where they did stand
Blue of bay’s bridge lazily arches, touches Coronado’s coast
Crowns of red brightly sit atop the Del’s royal towers and boast
Strands of silver sand flow, gently caressing my soul
Sea’s waters rushing beneath planks of time, come and go
God’s mighty storms pound and push over the years
Standing strong, unshakable, haven for peace, the pier
J. K. Blakely, November 6, 2005
The poem describes the many sights and sounds to be experienced from the Imperial Beach pier. Here are a few of the sights, although not necessarily taken from the pier:
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