Still Waters / Early Morning

Fishing boats still tied up
By dripping weed laden ropes
To a barnacle covered jetty
A heron steps grandly among the shallows
As jackdaws squabble among the rocks
While against the sheltering wall
Of the old boat house
A family of ducks sleeps on
And as no ripple disturbs the still surface
So that all that's above, can be seen below
But only as dark shadows.

poem by Marilyn Shepperson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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