(after Elizabeth Bishop) <br /> <br />The leaping spray that roar, the swishing fling <br />of surf and sand, <br />plays in and out as waves rush to and thro; <br />where it does stand <br />while searching for something on tiny legs; <br />it understands <br />the roaring toss, a world of surf and foam, <br />while rushing on the wet beach it does roam. <br /> <br />[Reference: 'Sandpiper' by Elizabeth Bishop.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sandpiper-cavatina/
