She stooped to pick up a shell
And held it to her ear.
Though the tide was out
And the waves seemed small and far,
She found joy in the soft warm sand
And the imagined sound of the ocean.
As she strolled along quietly
Suddenly she heard it!
The tide was changing
And the majesty became so clear!
Rejoicing as the gentle droplets,
Displayed such power!
She held onto her board
And rode the wave
By Martha L Shaw – © 7-16-2013