pile upon each other,
white-flecked and proud.
Day after day its beauty pounds our
shores
And encourages photographers
to snap and store
and wonder at the strength of nature.
While fishermen despair
the loss of earnings.
And as the winds that never cease
whispers or shrieks
as mood dictates,
the chilled heart
loses itself in dreams of golden summer days.
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