Ellen and the Naples Pier
With the surprise arrival of the stormy might
Came to pass the long-feared fight
First standing proud and quietly brave
Then bled white by wind and wave
The ocean rose, there was no lee
Her trusted timbers stole by the sea
And as their initials floated away
Pained authors huddled ashore to stay
Her planks once were the open hand
That invited us to relief from the land
A bench to rest, a rail to lean
The simplest wonders, untold serene
She gifted the site of dolphin or two
And delivered each day her readied view
Our walk upon it was one of a kind
That pier, that day, and you entwined
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