Restless Tide - Published Cambridge News 15 June 2013

Restless Tide

Your whole being   is filled

With the low muted roar

Of the tide that is spilled

With ripples lace frilled

Of the water outspreading the shore

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The suck and the rustle

Of the waves as they bustle

And open their fans on the sand

The drag and the pull as backwards they hustle

Retreating back over the strand

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As it rakes through the pebbles

The sea pours over  shingle

The rush and the surge

Of the breakers that merge

And back with the ocean they mingle

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The feathers of spume

And scud of foam blown

The sibilant kiss

Of the waves as they hiss

And white crested onwards they roam

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An evocative sound

That can only be found

That sweeps through your soul to its core

Ever onwards waves roll

While you stand by the edge of the shore