Something I wrote on the spur of the moment...
Who can harness the thunderous waves by pen?
Certainly not I, nor any man methinks
The swell and blast of whitest froth and glistening peak
Power unspeakable lies behind these machines of nature
Assaulting the shore with the greatest of wrath
Who can set boundries for these great waves?
Not I, nor any man methinks
Yet the line has been drawn and though ceaselessly beating, they shall always adhere.
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