The Velvet Strand
by Taba Dale
What choice do you have if you are a wave?
You are pushed, you are pulled
By the tide, by the moon
You can’t ever resist a rock in your way
You are compelled, repelled
Never long, always soon
You’ll eventually be awash on another shore
Without a care where you land
It could be The Velvet Strand
You’ll be carrying little creatures from near and afar
You’re a wave after all
Fáilte Ireland, says the sand