A Hard Side Shore
Froth and white roar
on Rock Barra’s shore
still the softer wand
leaves the blue in Big Pond.
The run ebbs and flows
fresh meets salt in rows.
The cliffs seaward slide
with every changing tide.
Rust and tan in the sand
contrasts with the greens of the land.
Clouds rock and roll along
defying one to create a song.
Some are mere white and fluff,
others look black and rough,
offering the reminder of thunder’s roar
on a large day at Rock Barra’s shore.
