Carpinteria Bluffs Poetry

The Bluffs

The blue and glistening waves that tumbled down
The rocky beach chanting their thundering song.
Above, rough red faced cliffs echo the sound.
A bird summons the evening shadows long
Nestling in whispering trees. The waving grass,
Dry and golden from the sun’s fiery rage,
Dances with gusts of wind that gently pass.
Time moves on, but the meadow has no age.
She sits patiently spreading her sweet grace.
The sun descends into the deep blue sea.
And to the world a pretty simple place,
A place to walk, a place to simply be.
And Man should never touch her tender sleep,
And her eternal beauty I pray she’ll keep.

Grace Jackson ’97