Like a big welcome mat, happiness lives here,
A place where memories made I hold so dear.

Sparkling flecks of light shimmer in the morning sun,
Our dock is a calming escape, a place to have fun.


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Like the tides, there have been highs and lows,
But I choose to remember the highs, I suppose.

DOCK FLOATING AWAY IN A STORM

Weathered and tired, your moans are heard in a storm,
Could you withstand it, or are you too worn?

Thrashed about in the wicked surge,

A perfect rainbow renews our joy.
With a promise that you will be there for this little boy.

There’s so much to learn on the dock; it’s clear,

When it is quiet, there are spitting oysters to hear.

Treasures from the creek for wide-eyed grands,

They learn to hold fish and shells in their little hands.

You welcome all who come to rest,
Eagles,racoons, no matter the mess!

There are tracks from possums and plenty of poop,
It’s a place to gather for one or a group.

IBIS ON THE DOCK

Who knew that throwing a cast net and catching bait,
would make fishing from my kayak so exciting, and now I can’t wait.

The smell of pluff mud and the rhythm of the tide,
There is no place I would rather be than dockside.

I’m so grateful and blessed for every incredible sunrise, 
Living on this creek is my everyday prize.

So thankful!

trash from creek

We collected this trash out of the creek from the high tide in September 2024