Foam Spirits
Playful foam spirits, racing white horses
They romp and they roam up and down the beach.
And each one is different; each one is unique.
Some are playful; some are more quiet.
Some splash while others roar.
Some are small while others stand tall.
And all have curly white manes that foam and fly
As they run and play through the surf.
And under the sun they dazzle the eye
As they leap in an endless game of tag.
Chasing each other up the sand,
Racing each other back again!
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The Raven's Prophecy
PoetryAlong the roads of fantasy, come in and you shall see. Within each poem a story, And all of them you can follow, In the Raven's shadow.
