Grey the sky and grey the sea
The wind is blowing ferociously
Driving Poseidon's wild white horses
As they suicidaly race for the shore
Some crashing up against a wall
Trying and trying, again and again
But always falling back, defeated
And waht a wall it is
This grey stone, rocky cliff
With its' overhang leaning out
Menancing anything and all below
One day the sea will win
The outcrop will crack and fall
Leaving the cliff foreshortened
But not today; not yet.
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