On the beach, watching the ocean tides.
TIDES
The green comes in to turn to white,
As it attempts a try at flight,
Instead, the wild waves crash to shore,
Throw up their heads and foam some more,
They yell, they froth, crash beach upon,
Ripples from a vast pond beyond.
PTR April 28, 2011
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