Sea waves are green and wet, <br />But up from where they die, <br />Rise others vaster yet, <br />And those are brown and dry. <br /> <br />They are the sea made land <br />To come at the fisher town, <br />And bury in solid sand <br />The men she could not drown. <br /> <br />She may know cove and cape, <br />But she does not know mankind <br />If by any change of shape, <br />She hopes to cut off mind. <br /> <br />Men left her a ship to sink: <br />They can leave her a hut as well; <br />And be but more free to think <br />For the one more cast-off shell.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-dunes/
