POEM: The White Sea

A time when the tide had gone,

Walking with my dad,

It came and went,

Creating the new sand,

One day this will be gone,

Will it dad, you too?

No I won’t,

I’ll write it for you,

The tide came in,

The sky bright blue,

Gulls screamed over the foam,

I heard the poem, go by again,

Wrote it down, like I was there,

The horses that flew,

As the rocks were cleaned,

Put the sea foam back,

Like a dream,

Saw it clearly as a photo taken,

In a time frame I was not mistaken,

In a poem, he was there,

Like a pencil case now bare.

P Thompson,