Wake

How long will our wake roll on,
And what end will it meet
What shore will it crash upon.
Ending with finality a great feat.

For it crosses wide oceans,
Passes through storms raging wild,
Unchanged by their raging notions,
Staying true to like a small child.

It flees from our stern to the horizon,
Passing the, setting sun, rising elsewhere.
Out of view now It roles and roles on.
Through kelp beds, like strands of hair.

Getting closer now, it seems to know
As it builds in height and power.
Frothy foam forming it does grow
Crash, splash, boom…..flow