At Ebb`Tide

Bill McArthur

Bill McArthur

At night
when all is still
the cars all parked
in their garages
sane men
all asleep
an old man will
hear far`off songs
of a near`by sea
mid night
The groan
of distant buoys
the haunting horns
of a ship in a fog
coming in
The drone
of diesel engines
on the fishing`boat
headed out to sea
for a catch
The moan
of a sea at ebb`tide
sucking refuse from
the Sound through
the strait
At night
when all is still
the old man listens
for the ringing
of a bell

               “The sea has many voices,
 Many gods and many voices
                The salt is on the briar rose,
The fog is in the fir trees.” ~ T.S. Eliot


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to At Ebb`Tide

  1. you are definitely in your element – beautiful piece of work


  2. wonderful sounds if you can’t sleep…


  3. rivrvlogr says:

    I could imagine those sounds at night, laced through my dreams.


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