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Poem: By the Water (2 Versions)

Version 1: This is written in a form called a bref double, but my scansion is probably too shaky to pull it off to its best effect. Ah well Maybe I'll give it another try someday when I have a stronger rhythm running through my head. But I really like the last two lines

By the Water


The wind blew, soft and cold, by the sea
as he walked along the hard shingle,
the pebbles rolling under his shoe
as he moved away from the land.

One lone gull called and searched above
as if it circled patiently
hoping he would throw down something
as he walked slowly on the strand.

He stopped in his walk then simply
picked up a pebble on the shore,
and tossed it back into the sea,
watching what the water would do.

The gull cried inconsolably
above the gray, beneath the blue.

Version 2 - I redid this as a free verse poem, which I think I like better, maybe: 

The wind blew,
a sea breeze,
soft and cold and damp
pulling at his clothes
and kissing his hair
as he walked along the shingle,
no soft sand here.
He could feel
the pebbles rolling under his shoe
as he moved away from the land.

Looking up, he saw
one  lone gull,
as it called and searched above
circling patiently
as if hoping he would throw down
something worthwhile
to swoop up on
as he walked slowly on the strand.

Sighing deeply,
he stopped in his walk then
as he neared the water
worrying the shore,
tasting its spray just by breathing.

Finding a piece of driftwood,
he picked it up,
and tossed it back into the sea,
watching how the water carried it,
bobbing,
disappearing to be recast
in a seemingly never-ending dance.

The gull cried inconsolably
as it circled above the gray-green water,
below the blue-gray sky,
seeing nothing of value.

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