Blocks of Cornish granite stone
Exposed
Face brave the west wind’s home
To test the storm
Salt bleached
Well honed
Then lit to show their scars
Each one
Picked out by shadows
Of the evening sun
Mirrored mica
Sparkling quartz
Pure diamond white
At granite's heart
This sea wall stands
Defiant set
With confidence
In stone
To state:

Ocean is met

Egal Bohen

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