Featured Poem: Sea Oats

By Fern Overvold
Atlanta Branch (Georgia)

 

Tall and slender

the sea oats

bow to one another

without breaking.

Something in their sandy

shoes allows them to

tilt from their toes,

lean West with the wind

at sunrise, and stand

straight again at vespers.

 

Like graceful old ladies

with a crown of seeds

dry at summer’s end,

they drop each kernel

for tomorrow’s purpose –

binding the sand

holding the dunes

saving the shore.

 

10 comments

  1. Claire Massey says:

    The strength, tenacity, grace and divine purpose of sea oats are beautifully described in this poem. Bravo, Fern!

  2. Georgia Germond says:

    Bravo. Very true, lovely poem! I enjoyed reading over and over.
    Thank you for sending it to me.
    Georgia

  3. Carol Ehrlich says:

    It’s a WONDERFUL poem, lovely images, creative metaphors…everything I wish for! I close with a childhood expression…”Good on you!!”, a compliment we all wished to hear! I look forward to some more!

  4. Bette Lafferty says:

    Great poem. I had lived near Tampa, Florida before I moved to Texas. Loved the water and miss it along with the sea oats and sea grapes . 🍇 keep writing 🤗🙏🌹

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