Raising shoulders gradually poke through
And point out toward the ocean blue
Crustaceous centurions guard the shore
In memory of the days before
No beach-goers leaving trash behind
Or landscape the condominium towers blind
No amusement rides or gamers boardwalks
Nor tourist campers and traffic gridlocks
Blanketed in salt water, the rocks are covered
Breakfast waiting seagulls, above they hovered
Crashing waves of water rolls
Greeting the rocks, they’re long lost souls.
Tide rolls in, tide rolls out,
Sentry pillars stand tall with clout.