Nine Slapper
Blue bird in the air,
Golden boy delights.
Skipping stones without a care,
Singing in the night.
Seagull pierces silence,
The dawn is on the rise.
Fishermen are busy
Watching for red skies.
River wanders, digging earth
Fertilizing soil.
Weekend mongers slobber
Spilling pints of oil.
Red-skinned native stands,
A reminder of the past.
Spearing fish and digging clams,
Hoping they will last.
Blue-eyed boy walks on,
Determined to have fun.
Lonely lovers cry,
Searching for the sun.
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