.4. Erosion Poem by David Threadgold
.4. Erosion
Pounding the breakwater
Whipping up spray
Clouds of white water
The wind blows away
Waves for the surfers
To master and ride
Making the most
Of the incoming tide
Shingle beach shifting
Stones getting polished
Waves pounding cliffs
Until they get demolished
A powerful force
With both give and take
Changing the looks
A new coastline to make
© 2008 David Threadgold
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