Tides

With scooped-out sand, shells, and spread-eagled hands:
Toddlers try to divert the incoming tide
From their castles and moats and their plastic boats.
They shriek and clap as the steep walls slide.

Old people slowly plod the windy strand.
Just the everlasting to contend with now,
Just the sea, rock, cliff and sliding sand.
They hunch and bend, a deferential bow.
*Cape Campbell

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