Semiahmoo Spit - a picture and a poem

One long, low, narrow strip of glistening sands,
Flung out into the Georgian gulf, one wide,
Blue sweep of sunlit waves on every side.
Around it reach the hills, like emerald bands,
And higher farther, more majestic, stands Mount Kulshan, chaste
And white - the oceans bride.
With noiseless feet and pearl-topped waters glide,
Pushing each other up the black tidelands,
Here wild, sweet roses, like an amethyst cloud,
Make pink the air and scent the languorous breeze
That wantons over these far Western seas;
And when the sun drops downward, flaming, proud,
This stretch of water petalled fold on fold,
Seems one great crimson poppy, fleck'd with gold.
by Ella Higginson (1862 - 1940)
She lived in Bellingham and was a well-published poet 1890-1940. This poem "Semiahmoo spit" was published in 1898 in her book, "When the Birds Go North Again". I love that she knew and was inspired to write so colorfully about the "Semiahmoo Spit" which is near my home.