From

                From A Wet Pen
                     by Nels J'Anthony  1971

                        December Shores

 

you'll find us walking along the way

above the boardwalk where flies a gull

on winter shores the cold sands will lay

till skies do shine not so gray and dull

 

escape to where there is no one found

and vacant huts wait for sunny days

the old, the young are now southward bound

wise sea and you can converse your ways

 

amidst abandoned old beer cans, sings

the master beat of foamed crashing waves

they prove that nature is still the king

despite the shouts of machines far away

 

     Cherry Pie

 

I like to lay

and read my Freud

while eating cherry pie

I'd like to say

that I've enjoyed

Your lovely cherry pie

so warm and wet

so hot and tart

the after-taste was fine

and when you let

me in your heart,

your cherry pie was mine.