I sat a while
Facing wild winds
A twiddling my thumbs,
To which I thought about a lot;
The comings of the tide.
And there I was
Looking on
As rip and tide collide.
I sat a while
Facing wild winds
A twiddling my thumbs,
To which I thought about a lot;
The comings of the tide.
And there I was
Looking on
As rip and tide collide.