Below the windswept pier,
You'll find the King of Sand and Surf
A-grinning ear to ear.
There sits he in his arcade box,
The painted planks worn thin,
And with his crystal ball directs
The salt and spray and wind.
He smiles on the teeming shoals,
The King of Sand and Surf.
He smiles on the tide pool stones
And on the turtle's birth.
And how they celebrate their king,
And how they come to see,
How the crabs come shake his rusty locks,
How the heron bends on knee.
How sea stars pucker to his glass,
How sounds the otter's roar,
How fish gleam underneath his gaze
How gulls parade the shore!
And when one day his power fails,
The waves will sweep their king
Into the blue heart of his realm
To sleep where humpbacks sing.
There will he lie with seaweed vines
Where time won't dare to reach
Until once more his name is called
To reign over the beach.
Below the boardwalks stained with salt,
Below the windswept pier
Will rise the King of Sand and Surf
A-grinning ear to ear.
How I missed a blog post is beyond me. Where was I last Friday? I was on crack.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, this is charming and whimsical. It does not showcase the extent of your talent, but it makes me smile.