lindsay Dougherty Poems
|16.||More Then Us||10/21/2007|
They roll to the shore like a giant line of soldier’s line after line
They crash and smash them self’s with a roar like thunder upon the rocks and sand
The sight of such giant waves makes you marvel at the power of nature.
The hissing and froth makes a sight to behold.
Then as if a magic wand, has been waved they are gone back into the depth from which they where made.
Back to the depths to ready for the next battle when they will march again.
The faces of people are many
Some beam with joy their sprit busting to get out
Some are trapped in their own world showing nothing of their inner self to the outside
Some have the look of purpose a mission to complete
Some just meander no set goal in sight
The faces of people are many that many we tend to forget