A Sonnet Of Sorts
We would like our far descendants
without knowledge of our lives and ways
to understand a little of us after all.
How we held to the stable virtues
before our footprints once impressing this beach
were cleansed and lifted as ever.
It's for those who ride life's driven wave
to marvel as fortune turns with each dawn.
Let them return here blessed but exhausted
as the cooler winds further smooth the rocks.
Let them learn of us, and we, stunned, of them
see them explore, uncover and study.
And we, amazed, eager once more,
wish of them no more than conversation.