Surf Eternal

An endless parade
Foam tipped waves
rocks battered endlessly
Rank seaweed…
dank caves

Once majestic
trees of seaweed
Now become horizontal
Lines drawn in the sand

Tern tracks imprinted
as hieroglyphs
Upon pristine
Sand Papyrus

Plovers chase the sea away
Turn and stand about
The sea returns…
To chase the terns
Who in turn…
Chase the sea back out

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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