Where the Grass Starts to Grow

 

Beyond the Baldan Highlands,

I prayed today on the heather 

overlooking the ocean,

and lay down in the sun

where I enjoyed the cool breeze

and seagulls flying by, and a kittiwake

and the waves down below tall granite cliffs

terraced with fir trees gold in the sun.

It's a long walk back to the harbor where

I saw a young man sitting just past the houses

where the grass starts to grow.

His golden retriever looked happy

looking at the seaguls in the water below.

I used to enjoy sitting there 

and a breeze was in the grass

and a sunset light was on the rocks.

I made to say hello

and suddenly felt shy, 

but he offered me to pet his dog.

Its just on the edge of the Atlantic

and just on the edge of town.