Nature’s Strength


I stood on the beach
with sand on my feet,
and watched the waves
and seashore meet.
They slowly drew closer
and nearer they came,
they rose and fell
yet seemed so tame.
But then I saw
from where I stood,
all worn and smooth
a piece of wood.
I sauntered over
to where it lay,
and couldn’t believe
it was worn this way.
I touched the surface,
it seemed so hard,
yet looked as though
it had been carved.
The grain was polished,
its shape all twisted,
the ravage of the sea
it fought and resisted.
Yet there it laid,
defeated and restrained,
the strength of Nature
will always remain.

Copyright © 2014 by John D. McCann

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