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Read Poems by Elisabeth Sheaffer

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The Life of a Breakwater

				   The Life of a Breakwater
			A walk on the sharp shingle led to where
			The dry, smooth surface felt warm to our feet,
			The pale grey stonework embedded in the beach.
			Those steps so broad and long led down into 
			The calm sea. We paused, luxuriating
			Where the Summer sun caressed the concrete
			And the water washed languidly over 
			The next step, a shallow paddling pool
			Of sun-warmed water. But then, the cold sea
			Brought a shiver as the sun hid its face
			With dark clouds predicting a future state.
			After long years, seen only at low tide,
			There are jagged teeth covered in green slime;
			This monument, discarded by progress
			When the old beach was sculpted and renewed, 
			Lies hidden under the restless waves.

                        High tide splashes along the shoreline and
                        The smell of the sea air never changes. 

Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2017


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  1. Date: 7/23/2017 7:52:00 AM

    i enjoyed reading your poem, Elisabeth. I can recall jumping and diving from rocks as a kid but now I would want to go underwater first to make sure there was nothing to hit. Kids are so carefree, they don't think about the dangers.