The Water's Edge
Fog floating over the water like a ghastly spirit, Cool eerie winds blowing over lurking shadows both dull and lit. Flag flying proudly on the land across the bay, Salty dark blue waters slathering the shores, as the velvet beach sand gets washed away. Small strip of rustling, green foliage ending into a white beach, Enticing budding sailors with a sense of direction and dreams to reach. Down came a luscious tall wave, With white foam splashing and crashing into a cave. Crawling white crabs entering the darkness within, Clawing their sandy way in with a fish’s fin. Shells lying lazily on the shore, Some complete and some with holes in their core. Under the sand they try to hide, Getting swept and washed up with the tide. Dim light settling on the water; with flakes of reflecting sky, Small sail boats dancing on the far waves, as their tiny sails fly. I nto the ocean the sun melts away, With yellow, gold waves splashing and