Pounder’s Beach

by Diana Moore

Palm fronds crash—in a gust above—
As sharp as the surf, though not so free.
This is no sheltered quiet cove;
The beach is bare to the force of the sea.

But there is peace in the soft beach sand
And the grass on the shore is warm.
The sand was formed in the pound of the wind
And the grass between sea and storm.


Diana Moore is a graduate student in English. “Pounder’s Beach” is from Diana’s first prize

winning poetry entry in the 1981-82 Mayhew contest.