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I held my place, upon the shore
Watched the boats in the harbor, glide
They kept their distance, thanks to me
And I was filled, with a sense of pride

For I was the one to watch over
The boats that passed through, each day
Making sure, they were safe from harm
As they made their way, into the bay

Their sails did fly, against the wind
Easier now, then from the seas
Flapping and swaying, in a rhythmic dance
Guided by me and the Nantucket breeze


August Writing Prompt – Nantucket breeze – Day 4/31

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