At nature's edge, where the brave dare stand, A sheer drop meets the sea and land. Where eagles nest and echoes play, A silent giant guards the bay.

Woeful me, Due to the pit I hold, My body is soft, and often sold, I fall to the ground, It bruises my round. Georgia is where I am knowingly found.

Where sea kisses land, Waves embrace in gentle dance, Nature's edge unfolds.

For millenia people, tried to make me complete and bigger. Of every sailor and traveler I am a trusty helper. Those who had me faulty often ended badly.

Made of wood or metal, used for war or trade, America’s dream, the sea’s nightmare, come find me at the beach.