Broken Shores

. for public domain We work the oars toward broken shores, and leave adrift our broken dreams abandoned on the stormy seas, for settled homes of earth and brick, for hearth and fire, and stories told. We cannot win a life at sea. A battle won here, a battle won there, no long lasting triumph in the end. Let us fight among ourselves. Too strong a foe we find of Nature. We must always bow to the wind, kneel before rain and heat and snow. Let enemies lie at our feet. We'll shake our bloody spears and shields, victors over beaten selves.