Born of the deep,
stirred by gales
and in its wake
a hundred whales...
Monstrous, from its reservoir,
Foam-capped and hurrying on before
its brothers!
And dimly, on the far horizon
waits the sandy shore.
The end of a journey
from miles at sea
as it strikes home,
so effortlessly,
then slowly recedes,
disappearing from view
to join once more the ocean
and begin again... anew.
a hundred whales? *looks dubious*
Way to go Richard! I really enjoyed the wording to this! Nicely done!!