Crystal Coasts Crowning waves come clashing shaping sand strewn shore
The speckled spray splashing
Making mist and more With wild wet waterspouts
As angry arrows aimed Drowning, drowning doubts Sand's
number now
is
named
Pushing high proud portions Against the girded ground
Tons of true contortions
Around
the Puget
Jumping,
And Waves
Sound
jostling,
jaded
so the story goes
faltering,
found faded
Their throwing in the throes
And calm and
quiet, quelling
The bathing breezes blow Switching soon the swelling
To
And At
low
lulling lapping
then again as
first
the
when
foaming frops
Hurling, heaving then
Dashing dizziedly the drops
God gave
us great glimmers
of His harbor haven In the shining
shimmers
Like crystal coasts quite craven.
By
Erik Mundall
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