Time and Tide by James Aitchison

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The waves roll in, cunning waves 

and hungry;

the stone stacks wonder when 

they too will fall.

Headlands brace themselves 

against the wild tide,       

and, in time, the ocean 

will devour the shore.

Teacher’s note: The Twelve Apostles are limestone stacks off the shore near Port Campbell, Victoria.  The harsh waves from the Southern Ocean slowly erode the soft limestone in the cliffs to form caves, which later become arches that eventually collapse leaving up to fifty-metre high stacks. 

Winter Sea by Julie Cahill

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The sea where we live reflects winter sky

It’s beauty abounds but we don’t question why

We just build it up with our ‘oohs’ and our ‘ahhs’

We write out our feelings sitting warm in our cars

We don’t critisize as we watch the waves soar

We don’t harshly judge or give each wave a score

The beauty you see is untamed, therefore true

And we don’t mind it’s colour as green, black, or blue