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