racing the incoming
tide watching the waves
laughing as waves wash
in up down a sandy beach
washing around happy fun
loving bare feet as water
rushes up around wet ankles
white foam black sand stirring
waves retreating waves
sucked back into sea tide
sucks out sand around feet
waves merging back into waves
leaving us standing on sand islands
before next waves undermine us
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem