The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

        The tide rises, the tide falls,
        The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
        Along the sea-sands damp and brown
        The traveller hastens toward the town,
        And the tide rises, the tide falls.

And Algy waits…  and wonders just how many tides will rise and fall before the colours fade away.

[From The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.]

Algy discovered that walking over a rainbow is more tiring than he had expected. He found a comfortable rock to rest on, and sat quietly dangling his foot over the water, watching the rippling light, and listening to the soothing sounds of the sea.

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Algy Has a Grey Day


Algy was feeling rather glum. His oldest friends had suffered a sad loss, and they had gone away for a while. The wind felt melancholy too, and blew the mist back in from the sea.

He was reminded of the poem Lassitude by Mathilde Blind, although his own sea was greenish-grey…

          A fisher-boy, in level line,
          Cast stone by stone into the brine:
          Methought I too might do as he,
          And cast my sorrows on the sea.