A Poem

             FROM THE SHORE

             Each swell and crest
             In vain to count
             I strain to see it all.

             From top to crest
             Seems all there is
             A portion yet so small.

             Though time nor thought
             For me will know
            The fullness of it more,

             I'm stilled to glimpse a dream
             And know the Sea is breathing
             As the waves roll into shore.

                  By Richard Herren