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