Coastrhymes Crisp, salty air blows bolder fr Om places where cool streams of of aq Amarine glide past fragments of Sand coral rise where Throngs of fish swim past jagged chasms as voices f Rom the deep echo faintly w Hile brisk winds whisk Yes, we are but froth Molded from water, winder, and land and app Earing for but an instant before merging into Sea again.