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Ocean's Elite

Washing Away The Monarchy

By Daniel Freeman Published 4 years ago 1 min read

Water tugs at the sand beneath my feet,

Trying to extinguish my rightful land.

Withdraw, drag, deposit. Rinse and repeat.

My toes tingle from my podium’s heat.

I’m the ocean’s elite, just as I planned.

Water tugs at the sand beneath my feet.

Frigid gray waves corrode my golden sheet.

My treasure held tight, it slips through my hand.

Withdraw, drag, deposit. Rinse and repeat.

My pedestal has begun to retreat.

Soon it will follow another’s command.

Water tugs at the sand beneath my feet.

Now lost in the waves, its role is complete

Because someone else needs a place to stand.

Withdraw, drag, deposit. Rinse and repeat.

At last the tide doused the ocean’s elite.

Nowhere to go from this small mound of sand.

Water tugs at the sand beneath my feet.

Withdraw, drag, deposit. Rinse and repeat.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Daniel Freeman

A friend accidentally got me into writing. Now I can't stop!

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