On empty beach, and listening, <br />I imagined wavelets playing. <br />Piggy-backing quietly, <br />Well-behaved but shouldering, <br />Tripping-up and frollicking, <br />Frothy-mouthed from gurgling <br />They rolled towards the shore. <br />Nothing stopped their pleasuring <br />In running back for more. <br /> <br />Lightening breezes in their hair <br />Releasing gentle wispy sprays <br />Collapsing in the evening air. <br />Escaping to their different ways <br />Percolating everywhere. <br />Soaking sand then rambling <br />Between unwary stones <br />Receding just as suddenly, <br />Sending crabs adash to homes. <br /> <br />A lonely dog ran scampering. <br />Began his splashing joyfully <br />Decided on collision-course, then <br />Ploughing inward found such force <br />He barkingly retracted, <br />Shaking off sea-weedy sand. <br />Sparklers all around, the hound <br />Backed off, as wavelets paddled <br />In for more such wave-play fun <br />Under evening's setting sun.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eventide-waveplay/
