These Sons

By on Sep 30, 2014 in Poetry

deep waves rise and fall
as they breathe

they hear winds lift
spume from salt

know the cry of terns
lifting the horizon

and yet and yet
they walk the shore

pick sea shells
run rope through hands

yearn for tiller
and rise of tide




Joanna M. Weston is married and has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle reader, Frame and The McGuire, was published by Tradewind Books; and her poetry book, A Summer Father, was published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBooks are available at her blog:


  1. fine poem. congrats to author

  2. Lovely poem. It feels ancient.

  3. beautiful poem filled with energy and life, and also a timelessness.