NATURE Poem: THE TIDE, by Richard Pettigrew

Rushes over my sea facing feet
surging…steadfast presence

a sounding bridge
heard but rarely traversed

tide rushes around me
hurling foam tendrils up beach embankments

throwing shrieking children
sand sprawling rides

flipping a suck hiss backwash
tumbling debris and bodies back to the sea

slamming laughter into
open jawed waves

gazing through us
in tireless turns

ebb and flowing
a water centric mind

exalted by
a tidal tilt.
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