Contributed by Randi Perlman
Oh Homer, you’re a salty old dawg, mornings as you shed your fog
to unveil nature’s gritty jewels beneath
Gulls hover o’er your spit of land, hoping for a helping hand,
a tourist’s crumb their screeches do beseech
Your constant heady ebb & flow, like visitors who come & go,
barely scratch the surface of your gems
Beach front strolls, otter rolls, great whales feed along your shoals
A place where road and limitations end
Seaside haven beckons all to admire and embrace the sprawl
of maritime environs in their splendor
Galleries display the wares of quirky artists as they share
their passion for the mountains, sea and harbor
Farmers markets, peony farms, a few of your more fragrant charms,
enough to keep one going dusk to dawn
Retreats, museums, healing spas, homesteaders then-now Hollywood stars
Dogged salmon back each year to spawn
World-class fishing = world’s best bait, luring anglers from every state,
a chance to wrest a giant from the deep
While salt-kissed breezes tinge the air in surrounds that serve to let you dare
to believe your prize is actually worth the keep
Savory offerings from the sea pair with brewery specialties,
fine wine is ne’er difficult to find
Small-town theater, first-class act, boutiques that draw you to their racks,
it’s always hard to leave it all behind
Lucky folx can sit and gloat while peering down upon the boats
that ply the coves and islands far below
Snuggled on the heights above, precariously perched upon a bluff,
defiant as the northwest winds do blow
Lashing rain and whipping gales force fishermen to down their sails,
persistence keeps your sandy spit intact
‘Til shimmering sun paints rainbow runs & mountains meet the sea as one
across the glittering Bay of Kachemak
Sandhill cranes expect the rains and dance amongst the greens & grains
with ancient callings none of us can know
As tide pools fill with claws and gills and then recede from shorebirds’ trills,
where DO those scaled and spiny creatures go??
Oh Homer, you’re a salty old dawg
Mornings as you shed your fog to un-shroud nature’s veil of mysteries
Your beaches are as hallowed turf do dance to the rhythm of the surf
and summon all to revel in your glories
