Sometimes when working on a poem I’ll end up with different ways of using the same verses or lines. Usually only one makes it to the final cut, but I guess when I was younger I didn’t mind (or notice) so much. This pair show it pretty well. Enjoy!
A Sudden StormThe sun is shinng high above, Gulls are flying like a dove. The sun is casting a golden glow, Above the water’s flow. The waves are getting bigger, As they wet a lonely figure. They crash onto the shore, As they wrench the sea-life off the floor. A storm is brewing fierce and strong, Each thunder clap sounds like a dong. The waves that tower high, As a gull struggles to fly. Slowly the storm dies down, It leaves the rocks with a seaweed crown. A sea-otter floats past, As an albatross dives down so fast.
The SeashoreThe sun is shining high above, Gulls are flying like a dove. The sun is casting a golden glow, Above the water’s gentle flow. Each day new families hatch, The seaweed’s moved to a different patch. A sea-otter floats past, As an albatross dives down so fast. Soft white sand, Warm blue seas. Where awkward places hide shoreline gems, And a light, cool breeze drifts through the cove.
Speaking of the seashore, I should be in Whitby by the time this post appears. How’s that for timing! 🙂