Buoy Joy
Buoys will be buoys
In all shapes and sizes
Just like us girls
Despite our disguises
Buoys are like boxers
Ducking and weaving
Treading ocean waters
With currents fairly heaving
The stripes that they wear
Go round and around
They look quite rotund
(Gasp) but they don’t really care
They do a sun dance
Giving those tides not a glance
They’re anchored from below
And they won’t let go
They do their job joyously
As they behave so buoy-ishly!
BB’10
Lobsterman Lairs
original: 13 1/2"w x 10 1/2"h
Symphony in Sea Major
Lobster buoys afloat
As art dotting coves and boats
Decorating New England’s coast
With quirky colors its fishermen boast
And sublime northern light
Envelopes the sights
While dancing on tides
That toss those floats
From side to side
Cormorants and gulls line up on the rocks
By the boats, or the docks
As they noisily wait
For some leftover bait
Granite boulders edge the shores
Firm foundations that endure
An applauding boisterous sea
BRAVO!
What a glorious symphony!
BB
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