Joe and Mary (song)

Mary sits above the creek
On a ridge on her own
As we come, so we go
To and from on our own.

Eyes may touch the other side
And scan the valley deep and wide
Visions glowing like the sun
Wondering what's to come.

Old Joe sits above the beach
On a seat on his own
Hear his stories in the wind
Listen and hear him blow.

The wharf ablaze in sunset glow
A seagull swoops and so it goes
Lost in thought the beach below
On a seat on his own.

In memory of Joe and Mary
Metal plaques now proclaim
Two people whom I never knew
Linked in time by a view.

Old Joe sits above the beach
On a seat on his own
Mary sits above the creek
On a ridge on her own
As we come so we go
To and from on our own.

© Jim Low 2015

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