Deep water starts to ripple
far in the Indian blue
pushed by the wind’s own force
as faster speeds accrue.
The wall of water rises
and rounds off at the top;
from crest to trough is large-
one almighty drop!
Crashing on the shore
the water booms in fast,
swirling round our legs
the cold gives us a start!
Grinning while we splash
we laugh as weeds are flung;
hands held tight as salty spray
flies ‘round us as we run.
We feel it pulling back
as soft foam tickles feet;
reclaimed by deeper waters
the cycle is complete.
