I always did like a nautical ambiance or scene;
Air, anchors, boats, ropes, fish, men, shells and jeans.
There was always a new catch of the day
And cargo tugged from far away into the bay.
To see a geoduck put me in disbelief
As the local cooks envision exotic ceviches
And the dock of clams silently chatter in grief;
Why does my humble heart understand the word niche?
This Emerald City had small wild strawberries
And an urban sprinkle of the crocus flower
As birds sang aloud like those yellow canaries,
But the rain was heavier than normal showers.
Author Notes
NaPoWriMo Day 12 - I didn't follow the writing prompt, however, wrote a poem for the day.
NOTE 1: The picture is from FanArtReview, but the memories are real from living in Seattle, Washington. They were plenty boats; canoes, tug boats, fishery boats, cargo boats. speed boats, kyacks, peddler boats, cruise ships, dinner ships and maybe more... I saw an annual sailing race on Elliott Bay once too.
NOTE 2: Washington State is known as Emerald City for Mt St Helens and Botany. However, there isn't much forestry in Downtown Seattle. You have to go to parks, lakes, camping in another city (Blake's Island, Columbia River, Skagit, Issaquah, Port Angeles, Orcas Island, North Bend, Carnation, Snoqualmie, etc...)
REFERENCES:
1) National Poetry Writing Month, April 2021 - https://www.napowrimo.net/
2) How Many Syllables - https://www.howmanysyllables.com
3) Rhyme Zone - https://www.rhymezone.com
4) Google search, What is a harbor - https://www.google.com/search?q=what+is+a+habor&sxsrf=ALeKk00C8HpsHyixKEzL1qaSxVX2_Acr-g%3A1618268973016&ei=LdN0YOo4_5XQ8Q-H1pPgAw&oq=what+is+a+habor&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAMyCQgAEAoQRhD5ATIECAAQCjIECAAQCjIECAAQCjIECAAQCjIECAAQCjIECAAQCjIECAAQCjIECAAQCjIECAAQCjoHCAAQRxCwAzoJCCMQJxBGEPkBOgIIADoHCAAQhwIQFFC6CVjJD2DJEWgBcAF4AIAByQKIAfYJkgEFMi00LjGYAQCgAQGqAQdnd3Mtd2l6yAEIwAEB&sclient=gws-wiz&ved=0ahUKEwiqg6ba6fnvAhX_CjQIHQfrBDwQ4dUDCA0&uact=5
