Herculean waves pound the frail sea shore Smashing, crashing against a rock-bound bight. Seagull songs drown in a fierce deafing roar; Thunderous vast swells of a wondrous height Towering and exploding overhead, Mercilessly and ruthlessly, cruel Then,collapsing randomly, gone, dispread, Retreating homeward to Neptune's great pool. But then the reposing, saline ebb tide (Its tempestuous fury set aside) Abdicates silently, bereft of word, Leaving the bounty, the wild ocean yields Discarded are jumbly flotsam filled fields And a seagull chorus can, bis, be heard.