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Surf
by Glenn CurrierThe boldness of waves.
Their final fortitude -
to flex their great blue muscles,
push and surge
a tide of throngs
sounding their frothy charge,
millions of cottony creatures
clamoring ashore shoulder-to-shoulder
dying with each inch of captured ground
until their energy is spent.
Their final victory -
to fill the moat just finished
by a giggling three-foot tall
curly-headed blonde. 07/21/2002 Posted on 07/21/2002
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 12/20/02 at 05:43 AM Glenn, a familiar picture, well-rendered, from the muscled swells (I like this allusion) to the cottony froth at the toes of the youngster. Sweet memories, some of them recent. I visited my grandchildren in California a few weeks ago and went to the brach with the youngest two and their dad. |
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