Waves

There go our children, flotsam on the tide.

Seaweed floating in the to and fro,
drifting further and further from the shore.

Waves. There go our children, flotsam on the tide. Seaweed floating in the to and fro, drifting further and further from the shore. Poem by Mary Dawson Jeffries UK.
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