One last caress
Upon the beach
The ocean's cresting waters reach

Or one more hurl
Upon the rocks
Feeling all the thrilling shocks

The waves take turns
To reach the land
They long for the caressing sand

But most find rocks
Or barren ground
Before they have to turn around

And go back to 
The end of line
When it will be once more their time

To cast themselves
Upon the shore
Always, always wanting more...

Poem by Alice C. Bateman

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