Early that evening I made my way to Tyner's bluff to watch the day end and say goodbye to the last of the Chatham Tyner's. As the day ended, her last day, the light was magic. I wrote as I watched the last light fade.
The waves lap against the sea wall .
The gulls cry.
A cormorant floats on the ocean of blues and greens.
The last fishing boat comes in.
Day turns to night.
A grey seal glides by.
Another one pops it's head up and looks at me.
Nature plays her song.
I dedicate it to Aunt Nannie.