P.S. Krøyer, Summer Evening at Skagen Beach – The Artist and his Wife (1899) Via Wikimedia
The Dunes at Westport
Hidden where the dune grass grows
Beside the salty sea
Tall, the dune grass shields our tryst
Beside the wide, grey sea.
Hard and sweet, the wind does blow
From off the tumbling sea
The path is lined with strawberries
Wild and thriving in the lee.
A basket filled with simple foods,
Bread, and wine, and cheese,
A blanket spread upon the sand
Sheltered from the breeze.
Seabirds glide upon the wind
Calling from on high
Pipers step at water’s edge
With plovers they do vie.
We’ve slipped the bonds of modern life
And come down to the sea
Sheltered in the dunes we’ll rest
My only love and me.
A secret tryst, my love and I
Beside the salty sea
A day beneath the wide, blue sky
My dear, dear man and me.
“The Dunes at Westport” © 2016 Connie J. Jasperson, All Rights Reserved
Life in the Realm of Fantasy 
This makes it sound and look romantic. No doubt once there was a time. Ever watch the crab races in Westport?
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I have not– that sounds like an event! But I did see a gray whale while taking the old ferry between Westport and Ocean Shores. I have spent many hours in that strange town, even caught a 32 lb. Salmon one year. It’s the perfect day trip from where we live–about an hour and a half west on Highway 12.
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