Shore Dance
Soft Sand lies waiting
always anticipating
that glorious moment when Tide
moves in to take its ride
across grains that swell
while kernals of agate and shell
not yet worn smoothly down
sparkle like gems in a crown
untouched by the thundering clash
of wave on rock to dash
away again to leave
Soft Sand to grieve.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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