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(Please read the note that follows the poem.)


The new day sparkles on the sea,
     A diamond in disguise.  
New clouds move landward in the breeze;
     Each wave sings lullabies.

The sand is fresh, bathed by the waves
     That make deposits, new –    
The shells they shove upon the shore,
     Like treasures for the few

Who, waking early, eagerly
     Anticipate the strand;
Who know the doubloons of the day
     Lie gleaming in the sand.


I’ve used the thoughts of this poem for the cover of
my new book, available at Amazon.  It contains 80
of my very best poems, only a handful of which I’ve
published here.  If you’ve liked the best of my poems
here, you’ll love these.


© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.



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Valued things we seek each day;
Our panting does it take,
Like the cashier takes our pay,
And takes all that we make. 

But the treasures sought in life
Are torn from one’s frail grasp
As he’s cut by death’s sharp knife,
And takes his final gasp.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.



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