The Flow of Our Tides
The flow of our tides
Are a marvel to me
They lap the shores and the banks
From either our rivers or seas
Their crests beat down
In thunderous boom
Yet they can lap so gently
Like a quite Sunday afternoon
It is so hard to believe
That a distant satellite
Delivers a timely wave
That's always so right
This power of nature
Pounds and graces our coasts
But you have to hold your glass up
To nature and toast
Because the flow of the tides
Are a marvel to me
No matter where we have settled
They will always break free
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
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