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Tidal

Sweeping in, crusading up the rocks
twice daily washing in and washing away
many things meet in tidal waters
life burgeons, death waits the trapped
tides take the lands edge in sweet embrace
then leave like a lover spurned
ebb and flow, ebb and flow, there and back

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Friday Poem: The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

 

 

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow