Poetry Corner
by Lawrence Spiro

The following song is a meditation composed of four verses and chorus.  It is a song of friendship.  The beginnings of fall are an excellent time to venture the trails of Montauk.  Perhaps you can hum this tune as you walk about.

And I Call You Friend
by Lawrence Spiro September 2009

            I           Perchance the stars dot the night sky
                        Day and night converge to why
                        The seas and earth sing and sigh
                        (Chorus) And I (and I) call you my friend
            II         When spring shoots past winters stay
                        Dawn to dusk you candle the way
                        Fall is leaving summer’s play
                        (Chorus) And I (and I) call you my friend
            III        Alone, or lost nor dark or glare
                        Storm yield  to fresh gentle fair
                        In the time together we share
                        (Chorus) And I (and I) call you my friend
            IV        I know your name you are my teacher
                        My mind sees that you are so near
                        This is why I will not have fear
                        (Chorus) And I (and I) call you my friend
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kirk park, montauk...
a warm day’s bountiful bliss!
by Michael Berger

a day's reprieve from the winter cold, the first real spring day on the last day of march, bright bucolic budding of dreams woven, as time seems still;  eyes peeled water's way, the shoreline galvanized me to the ocean's edge, blue horizons overhead, sounds of crashing waves, amid a whisper of wind wills;  the rock and roll of breaking waves, its arching white foam floats foward feeling the sandy shoreline, the magnetic pull of sun reflected light on waters in motion,s uch bliss!; a seashore sung song, summertime serenade, serendipity to our senses, as wish swished, the oceans bontiful bliss, a fleeting seagull's floating schrill;  an older man by the beach, his two pugs busy sniffing salt strewn sand, walks a calm pace, each connected, yet an independent adventure each has skimmed;  before me, a young couple with a small girl, each reading and writing, a climate of peace with each other and all, moments of pleasure found  in an otherwise troubled world;  the white foam of broken waves, its crashing sounds as froth explodes the shoreline, the little girl seated, sings a song of sixpence unfurled; a college aged couple walking hand by hand, laughing and smiling to each other, seeking adventure and fun, companionship and sunshine a duality enjoyed;   the town of montauk, behind me, experiences a quiet afternoon, 60 degree clime, near empty streets, it seems too soon to become a realm of enchantment, too soon to be an undescovered realm with reams of dreams; no, a seashore sung song summertime serenade will be seen shortly,t he sandy shoreline filled with the hustle and bustle of vacationeers to experience montauk's realm of enchantment deployed!!...so it goes/mb

If you have any comments or poems, email me at larryspiro@aol.com. Include permission to publish if you are so inclined.