Sea Scape

We stroll ocean sand beach as waves come toward us. Sea brakes, crashing on shore; wind's keen, birds seen now. Feet feel water rush by - it's cold, a nice plus! Great size cormorants sate their greed upon scow. Seascape shows pier through day's half light, kept somehow. Rails hold places where lines drop bait far downward. Boats ply slowly across the sea's fog hazed brow. Fine brave surfers catch waves where no man sees guard.