Sunday Morning’s Sand
“Sea fence, sea fence— stubborn as sea grass;
Holding back, with space and time— the ocean’s sandy tide.
Or, leaned in fury— holding gracefully
Through foams’ and moon’s —moody seasonal rise.
Waves, roaring in dominance— some,fifteen feet high!
Sea grass, sea grass— tall, white, ever waving
Everlasting— stubborn in raging sea’s might.
Bending graciously— passing each storm
In mutual agreement— as day greets night.
Yes—a welcoming sight— to both sea— and sailor”.
Sing gliding sea gulls
As my feet sink in soft beach
Sunday morning’s sand