white horse breakers

For as long as he could remember , white horse had played and frolicked in the vastness of a great ocean. life had been fun .

But he grew old , and no longer felt driven to gallop with currents, play crest'n'breach with swells, nor chicken with rip-tides below cliffs or near beach .

White horse was tired and just wanted to sleep. So he took one last look at the moon . Seeing how full it had grown , he closed his eyes , let go his grip on the silver surface, and gently slipped away .

I know all this, because I saw the bones of white horse, in the foam of breaking waves when the sea delivered him, to his final resting place ,on a pebble beach, not far from where I live .

Done