Coos Bay Oregon
The smell of the ocean tickles your nose.
The view across the gray ocean-endless.
The little town is quaint with trees growing
everywhere. The logs in the paper mill pond
are a jumble, jammed in at odd angles.
The drive all along the shoreline is green and
somber. Stands of pine obscure your view.
There in a protected cove is a small island
laden with sea lions.
They bark and there raspy, rancorous voices
assult your ears. They were a loquacious lot.
They bask in the sun and frolick. Across the
cove is an old lighthouse standing defiantly
against that sea breezes.
Outside the cove the breakers crash against
the rocky shore. The eternal battle between
rock and wave has existed for eons of time.
Mike Berger is an MFA, PhD. He writes poetry and short stories full timeHe has been writing poetry for less than four years. His work appear in seventy-one journals. He has published two books of short stories and eight poetry chapbooks .The winner of several poetry contests, he has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He is a member of The Academy of American Poets.