Where will we walk / When the beach has gone / Pushed back into / some pickle balled court / or swimming pool / Undermined it slides / into the next wave break.

A great tree fell / the other day / opening up a / new patch of sky / in town.

In my first boat / a small and tender / Swampscott dory / at flood tide / I have sailed by and touched / your base

A Thanksgiving poem.

He stepped into / big shoes / and filled them well / Sean walked in them / until they fit / his own feet.