FOOTPRINTS
Reading edition
Stretching before me the ever-moving but never-changing sea, Looking so wild and dark with mad white blotches of foam across its face— While I, A mere grain of sand in the turmoil and winds of Time, Stand alert and tense, Gazing forward and wondering and peering into the Future.... Across the depths of the sea hundreds of centuries roll past, And along its shores I follow the worn and faded footprints Of men long since dead.