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I’m Standing on a Beach in Southeastern Wisconsin…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Bewilderment,Life & Death,Trees,Wisconsin stories — Bob at 3:07 pm on Friday, September 8, 2017

by Robert M. Katzman © September 8, 2017

 

I’m standing on a beach

In Southeastern Wisconsin

And the waves are rolling in

Rolling in without exception

And each wave is a mirror

A mirror of the thousands

Waves like an invasion

A war upon our beaches

Each assault against the sand

Churning up a cloud of prisoners

Who are sucked back in the rear

Of those thousands of waves

And the beach is disappearing

 

And the trees meant to withstand

The wave’s endless hunger

Keep falling at their posts

Ripped out and torn asunder

Wood all bleached and dying

Leaves still on their branches

Each one never knowing that

This Fall will be their last one

 

Soon will go the dunes with their

Tall grasses meant to hold them

But those grasses won’t hold them

They can’t protect the beaches

As those waves keep rolling in

Rolling in without exception

 

Five million people in Wisconsin

But none of them are here with me

To see their state is disappearing

As I watch the shore being bitten

As if by blind insatiable creatures

Whose appetite will never

Never be satisfied

 

My God, what is happening?

 

I’m standing on a beach

In Southeastern Wisconsin

And the waves are rolling in

Rolling in without exception

And each wave is a mirror

A mirror of the thousands

Waves like an invasion

A war upon our beaches

We can’t win

 

 

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5 Comments »

Comment by Brad Dechter

September 8, 2017 @ 3:31 pm

Bob- the world is a giant recycler. Why don;t you focus too on the inverse- what the items carried away from the shore then build?
You could call the poem the Dechter Theory of Positive Inversely.
Brad

Comment by Charlie Newman

September 8, 2017 @ 6:41 pm

Well-done, Bob.
Ever notice we—humankind—can’t win the most important wars?
Proof that God/Mother Nature/whatever was/is no fool.
No matter…good work, Pal!

Comment by Joel R

September 9, 2017 @ 5:25 am

Nice work, Bob. Particularly relevant as I am on the shores of Lake Michigan’s Little Traverse Bay, watching much of the same. Well said.

Comment by b matteson

September 10, 2017 @ 12:43 am

i am standing on my cousins porch in cardiff by the sea, looking at the pacific sunset. words fail me. miss you. b

Comment by Don Larson

September 11, 2017 @ 12:24 pm

Hi Bob,

Change remains constant along with entropy.

In the beaches near me here in Carlsbad, CA have the same cycle. The erosion on the Sunset Cliffs near Tamarack and Hwy 101 bear testament to the onslaught. They’ve eroded over 20 feet in the 21 years I’ve lived here.

Warmest regards,

Don

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