(Dear everyone – this poem was posted way back but got accidentally deleted – so I’m just fixing things up, and I don’t know how to tell WP that it’s not new!)
Sea waves! Kinaesthetic
Masterpiece! The earth’s trick to shine
Hefty stones into fine
Marble and, over time, transform
Dull rock. Beauty is born
Not in fierce forceful storms but slow,
Quiet, gentle to and fro,
Wave on wave, stop and go, hard grit.
Children ever question,
Perpetual in their din and quest
To know. They prod and pest.
Their parents never rest at all;
But as the breakers fall
On stony shores to maul and grind,
Mum turns into diamond,
And Dad wave-worn, refined forged iron.
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
Weave a Web 
And it’s a beauty Bruce, lovely images of the gentle persistence of time.
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Thanks, Andrea. I lost all the earlier comments on this poem!
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That was a poem to savour, slowly, BA.
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Thank you, Yvonne – actually I had taken it off because I had entered it in a poetry competition, and yesterday I got an email saying there were 24 entries and it wasn’t selected for the final ten! Of course, it was a local competition and this is a cow-milking province of NZ!!
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Oh, phooey. You should have chucked a cow or two into the lines.
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LOL!!
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That’s a gem…cow or no cow.
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Thank you – glad you found it moo-ving.
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