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                     Sea Art
Come each low tide a blanket new
Where sand grained beach meets foamy shore
To bring It's treasures into view
As waves break high above sea's
floor
Where ocean deepens surface swells
Erupts in thunderous rolling white
Sweeping to shore selected shells
What's left of wave now gone from sight
Next rising tide rakes clean once more
Preparing for the next display
One could not guess what lay in store
What might appear, one could not say
The only guarantee will be
A show each time that's most unique
All precious treasures from the sea
Make for a more than worthwhile peek.
JULIE BERGERON