More Poetry Appears

There is an old man

By the sea

A giant walking tree

Who built himself

A driftwood throne

A Vi-King

Fighting a battle

All alone

Against

Tides, waves, winds and shifting sands

Pacing...placing

Planting driftwood Barehands

A puzzling jigsaw, A handmade barricade. Slowmotion erosion.Seasons past as legends last. For the next king tide to decide.