POEM: The Rocky Coast

Rocky stumps jut from cold, mute seas.
Land's jagged defenders.
From craggy pits gnarled bonsai sprout,
show of nature's splendors.
Did land break up, thrust from the sea,
or sea eat away land?
And how'd its jolie laide charm bloom?
Rugged and unplanned.

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