The Cove The water freshened the bordered sand As it spilled up to my door, And carried with it flower petals, As spring revived once more The many trees, that in summer Would hang their branches, low The shade the cool, green water And their banks to overflow. When the waters have all receded, Tides race to another shore. The flats wait with patience To be embraced and whole once more. In fall, trees launch their boats Of brightly colored leaves, As nature packs away its best And trees roll up their sleeves. And a comforting, quiet inlet With its tall, wooden sentinels Waits patiently for signs of green And the splash of the mackerels.
C.Lawry Brown's Questions:
I want the reader to see this cove as I do, peaceful and serene, untouched by human intrusion. Am I successful in making the reader smell the salt, the flats, see the fall leaves float on the tide, hear the splash of the mackerels?
How does the use of rhyme affect the voicings in this poem? Comment to the author on the rhythm of the line.