The Lonely Shores

The moon shone on lonely shores,
Laughter and sunshine were no more,
The soft moan of the gentle breeze,
The echoing lap-lapping of the sea.

As the moon caressed the glittering sands,
The sea drew back from the cold wet land,
Along the shores of the sea was heard
The plaintive cry of  a mournful bird.

                                               ALBERTA DUODU