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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fleeting Thought</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I walk upon the beach <br> I listen to the waves.<br>I like to hear them crash against the rocks <br> Time and time again.<br>I think of an army charging a stronghold<br> A legion of surging white knights, <br>Contemptuously charging a wall of granite-faced men, <br> Brown wind-cracked faces<br>Shields locked for battle<br> Death alone will break them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Streaming white horsehair standards<br> Lifted over the crest of a ridge.<br>The sun’s level rays<br> Striking fire<br>On their spear points, <br> And their gleaming blue shields.<br>Instantly rises a full-throated war cry<br> The clash and grind of weapons of steel, <br>The hollow booming of war horns, the rolling thunder<br> Of shield meeting shield.<br>A dark mass checked but an instant, a moment’s indecision, <br> That seems without end.<br>But a moment’s indecision, before the charge smashes on<br> With shattering speed yet again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the defenders stand<br> Like an island of rock<br>Thrust at from all sides, <br> The tides ebb and flow.<br>While the waves of destruction roar in<br> Wave upon wave, <br>Then swiftly glide back like a shadow<br> Or a wild animal timing its spring, <br>Leaving ground open<br> Littered with wounded or dead.<br>Ground already fought over<br> To be recontested again, <br>As though both sides suddenly stopped, together<br> And drew breath to pause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instantly another legion springs forward<br> With uplifted spear, <br>Against a solid line of warriors that never breaks<br> Or crumbles in fear.<br>Till at last with a long heave<br> Combining together<br>The waves rise up<br> To pass over and engulf them.<br>Boiling white foam bubbles all around<br> While spray flies high in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a few seconds longer<br> I stand by to stare<br>Lost in my thoughts, <br> Not a sound can I hear.<br>The very essence of life is laden<br> Within the salt air<br>That I could reach out and touch if I wanted<br> As my lungs touch the air.<br>I become all that I see<br> As electricity is all, <br>Without which there are only static<br> Lifeless machines.<br>Yet if I tried to describe what I see<br> These words would I hear.<br>But it’s only the waves, <br> Crashing against the rocks.<br>Time and time again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
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I like to hear them crash against the rocks 
 Time and time again.
I think of an army charging a stronghold
 A legion of surging white knights, 
Contemptuously charging a wall of granite-faced men,..."></div>
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