Poem

So, still she roars or sleeps
yet forever beguiling
entwining and engulfing
whoever she sees!

Daytrips or cruises
she never snoozes
but beckons us into
feel ice on our toes.

Thoughts of wrongs done
and things yet to do
melt in the sun
as she tickles our toes.

Yet her tide doesn't stop
and can rip all she see's
if we stand in her way
on a wintry day.