Nature Photography Nature Poetry

A Day on the Chesapeake Bay

Cool wind whipping through my hair,
The salty mist lingering in the air,
Waves crashing against the Boat groaning, we move forward only if we dare.

We find a spot to idle,
The perfect place is vital,
On the mighty tidal.

Then the zip of the cast,
An indescribable feeling that is sure to last,
Feeling the sublimity of present and past,
As we looked upon something so endlessly vast.

By James Vespoli

Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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