The dormant grass, so ugly and brown,
Started it's greening, as rain falls down.
While the picture, of grass being dead,
Runs through, my old and weary head.
I should know better, not to fear,
That Natures power, the greening is near.
I must plant, new bulbs in September,
For Spring's bright display and to remember,
Colors that will, erupt from the bed
Of our yard, that looks very dead.

Dociwallips, is a very nice place,
We would visit every year, on the first of May.
Staying at the campgrounds or in Brinnon.
Party at night, the next day Oysters and Clams.
Gather the Oysters, shuck and leave the shells, please.
Go down in the morning, to get a limit
Of Oysters and then look for Gooey Duck.
If you got one, proud you would be.
Once time I see the right "sign"
And then with a panned design,
I started to dig, as casual as I could,
For I didn't want the "Duck" that he should,
Dig deeper, or pull in its neck.
As I dug closer, down on my knees,
I grabbed the shell, if you please.
Holding and wiggling, my grip kind of thin,
When I realized that the tide was coming in.
I grasped tighter and then came a fear,
The water was now up to my ear.
I wriggled some more, my wife said, "Let go".
And I told her that, I won't. NO!
Finally the big clam broke free.
I could now say, look at me.

I came close to leaving, on this day.
Just grab my bag and run far away.
Thinking hard, I then heard my voice,
"It is unfair to her as she has no choice."
Sobering words that I needed this day.

I stand by the water
Watching.
I hear the lapping waves
Splashing.
The smell of the Sea,
Enticing.
What you do to me,
Exciting.
I gaze into your eyes,
Bewildered.
The reflection, I see,
Adoration.
My arms encircle you,
Comfort.
It's almost time to go,
Anxious.
I've lost you my love,
Sadness.
I'll pray for your soul,
Weeping.