Rising Tides

Rising Tides

Ode to the seas bringing us to our knees, shoes and hats off in awe if we please. Sandbags, levies and more elbow grease, lest your eyes be sugared with beans. Creatures and omens and mythical bags swirl in the skies and the wet of your rags, balloons and kites and the drums keep the beat, while powerful men wide eyed in the heat, unbutton their ruffs in the wake of retreat. Hark!