The Tide - Poem by >Starr Williams<
Silky waves roaring ashore, dancing among the rocks, smoothly gliding out again.
Cool salty air rippling in with the tide.
Scream of the seagull and the whisper of the ocean current.
Chilly damp sand molds to my feet.
Light tang of salt in the air.
Reeds sway softly, dancing with the wind.
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