Amongst the Rocky Crags of Point Lobos

An artist sees your rhythm beam

Image by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Twisted and tangled within your form 
Overlooked by many, 
No one sees your beauty lie 
Amongst the rocky crags of Point Lobos.

The day passes, the tide draws near, 
Your elegance soon forgotten. 
An artist sees your rhythm beam,
A vision to be remembered.

The Eight by Ten sets upon its stand 
Pointed down with bellows drawn; 
The meter read, zone three set, 
Your precious memory lives on!

Presented in a silvery light 
Upon the wall to admire, 
A glance, and the viewer stares, 
Your memory has been acquired.