(after Elizabeth Bishop)

The leaping spray that roar, the swishing fling
of surf and sand,
plays in and out as waves rush to and thro;
where it does stand
while searching for something on tiny legs;
it understands
the roaring toss, a world of surf and foam,
while rushing on the wet beach it does roam.

[Reference: 'Sandpiper' by Elizabeth Bishop.]

Gert Strydom

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sandpiper-cavatina/