AS I SAT ALONE UPON A BEACH

The whitecaps foam,

And the tide does dash,

Pipeline’s oblique,

And hits the shore at a slash;

Breezes gust,

The sound so soft,

Becomes a cry,

A loud thunderous cough;

Nature’s warriors,

Of shore, sand, and wave,

Take on the battle,

Giving all that they gave;

Clouds above lower,

Threatening this spectacle below,

While waves beat the shore,

Oblivious to the blow.

PTR June 7, 2011