Of waves wandering to the shoreline
Below the brown wooden docks
Lined with clean sails and knotted ropes,
Down under the shadows of lined houses with
Beams holding up red and blue thatched roofs
Covering families and businesses and inns
Hiding in the beautiful day of such a grand
New and wonderful city of a town.
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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 8.
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