END OF SUMMER THOUGHTS
The sun was bright, the surf was high
As my daughter and her wife and I
Drove slowly along the New Hampshire shore
Among cyclers and bikers and pedestrians, more
Traffic and cars at the curb than I
Could remember seeing in days gone by
No doubt because it was Labor Day
And everyone wanted the summer to stay.
At Orient Point we took to a trail
And watched some distant yachtsmen sail.
We saw the cormorants flex their wings
While gulls pursued their wanderings.
The Isles of Shoals seemed beckoning.
I thought about that old time inn
Whose porch I once sat happily on
With a dear love who now was gone.