Marsden Bay Poem by Paul Reed
Marsden Bay
The ancient rocks looked down at us
Their feet wrapped in seaweed slime;
Does it mean anything that we stood
By these contorted masses of lime?
What is one evening
In the vast expanse of time?
Who will remember this moment
As our feet imprinted the sand?
Who will know we watched the tides rush
Over pebble, crag and strand?
Does it matter that we glimpsed
Eternity’s outstretched hand?
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