The onslaught is not forgot 
It was such a wash we had not a shot 
The gods had chose bad odds composed to play for us that day 
We thought we hoped 
The devil eloped
Before their was hell to pay .
But never dire have you or I ever displayed more desperate dismay ,
When it let loose it drowned all fools 
All I could do was pray.
I've never seen the beach retreat out from where it came ,
Then a lifetime  in one ...