Home of the Great South Bay will always be in my heart.
The salt-spray air, the morning light,
The Great South Bay, a gilded sight.
To wake and watch the tides roll in,
Where sky and water would begin—
It was a dream, a steady grace,
The quiet magic of that place.
I hold the rhythm in my chest,
The harbor’s hum, the sun at rest.
How dearly I recall the shore,
The way the wind tapped at my door,
A constant friend, a sapphire view,
When every dawn felt crisp and new.
But time has turned the tide away,
The mirror breaks, the colors gray.
I reach for scenes that used to be,
The waking glow, the open sea,
But shadows drift where sunlight shone—
The reality I loved is gone.
Yet though the distance grows so wide,
And pulls me from that receding tide,
The Great South Bay remains my part,
The anchor deep within my heart.
A ghost of home, a sacred light,
That burns within me every night.
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Nostalgia for our past and all it held is in this poem. It talks of memories now only that and the desire to return to what no longer exists. A lovely write with a wistful and sad feel. Very nicely written in rhyme and good flow. Well done my friend.
Soren, I thank you for taking the time to read my poem; I'm sorry it made you think it was very sad. It wasn't meant to be sad. I was trying to express a desire to convey the importance of home and memory, illustrating how certain places can shape our identities and resonate within us, even as time changes the physical landscape. My poem was intended to serve as a tribute to the enduring impact of beloved places in my heart and mind.
You are most welcome no the sadness was felt that it was always in your mind missing it.
Soren, you're right, and I appreciate your clarification. I mistakenly misunderstood, but you are correct that my writings pertain to Long Island, where I'm from. Thank you, sir.
Is this about Long Island’s Great South Bay? Excellent poem!!
Yes, it was. I thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
A beautiful memory piece.I think we all have a special place we remember fondly even if it has changed,The feeling that it brings is always there.Wonderful rhyme aand structure.Well done
I thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
Friendship, this really touched me. There is such a deep sense of love for place woven through every stanza. Even with the sadness of change and distance, what shines through most is the enduring connection to home. Beautifully done, and beautiful photo. I could get lost in it, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
A fine Poem. Googled South Bay. Some Wonderful Sunsets there .
Just realised. Since it's the East Coast: It's Sunrises. DOH.
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