Tidal Dance

Like a rock in the sand

on a shifting piece of land

Where the river meats the tide

and the waves crash high and wide.

The confluence of ocean and stream

make for an erosive team

Sometimes with the storm surge

the rock will totally submerge

But when the water does recede

there it is indeed

Withstanding forces great

Defying the usual fate

Watched by the baking sun

and little children having fun

Or under a cool, quiet moon

and the ocean’s gentle tune

There it always is

both hers and his

Standing big and tall

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall