He stood on the hill looking down over the sea,
the tide was coming in and it was time for tea.
He was not hungry so he thought he would
stay a while more, but would he get caught by the
waves that were heading on to the shore.
The hill led straight on to the sand because some
of it had gone to the land. No break water just fierce
big wave and he knew in his heart he had to be brave.
The wind was up and the waves got stronger could this
young lad hang on any longer.
He shouted for help but no help came, then all of a
sudden everyone new his name, because he told a story
that was always the same.
It was a story that he could tell, because it was true
about the day he nearly drowned in a sea of blue.
Knee deep in sea water and salt in his eyes, he could
not explain what came down from the skies. He was pulled
from the sea then put on dry land, then someone stroked
him with a gentle hand. Take care my son were the words
he said don't play with the tide just go home to bed.
He could not believe what happened that day, but he told
the story anyway. He went through life and grew up brave
and he often wondered who saved him from that final
wave.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-and-a-wave/
