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The waves, as ocean waves will do,
…Rolled toward the sandy beach.
Wave after wave rolled from the sea
…To stretch toward land and reach.
Once there, the sand resisted more,
…And waves died on its breast.
But wave and wave and wave rolled in
…Without a moment’s rest.
The sand stood firm in its defense
…And dunes and cliffs stood guard.
But still the waves in stubborn lines
…Rolled in, though it was hard.
And inch by costly inch was gained:
…The waves rolled farther in
And made the beach dark with the stain
…They left as dying men.
Still onward rolled the wondrous waves;
…Still higher rose the tide,
Until the land was o’ercome by
…What could not be denied.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
The Bard on the Hill 