There is a wall, a retaining wall, along the beach in West Seattle, where I enjoy the actions of the waves as they come in with full force and throw their fury. The ocean spray from this is fantastic, and I fully embrace it, even getting drenched sometimes, but it is fun!
THE WALL
There is a wall,
A wall it seems,
To curb the tide,
It’s life that teems;
No undercut,
No stripping land,
The tide right here,
It has been banned;
But to sit on,
This concrete wall,
Is to enjoy,
The power call;
Spray does shower,
When tides do hit,
The showers rain,
And quite a bit;
Power coming,
Hits this great wall,
Throws up fury,
I have a ball;
A place I’m drenched,
But I don’t care,
My being here,
Lays my soul bare.
PTR February 27, 2011
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