Wide optics engage, Capturing all horizons, Vision machine’s sweep.

son of the morning, evenings first star being of beauty, only from afar sweltering suffocation, your gift for daring too close the wise will learn from your lesson, lest we all roast

In this cove where ships do lay, safe from storms that rage and sway. A pirate's rest, with anchor's might, where tides whisper in the night.

I know you don't need me, you always know everything. You're going to put me out of sight, forgetting about me and going wherever you want. But it's ok, I'll be here for you, when you finally admit you're lost and confused. I'll show you the way without judgment.

There are five of us. Canada and the US share us. Four of us retain Native American names, one an Anglicized version of the French. To remember our names, check your HOMES. We are fresh and visit both our friend Lawrence and a famous American miss.