Sea Salt

Here in Cornwall, where I reside,
We live with sea, we live with tide.
The English Channel, brings the cold,
The Great Atlantic, wild and bold.
Both these seas, surround us here
Where ‘ere we go, the sea is near.

Sometimes pacific, almost benign,
But always waiting, for it’s time!
Artists love it, come to see,
The blue, the green, the turquoise sea.
But we who live here, all the time,
We never trust that sea sublime.

Oh, she can change, from blue so rich,
To wicked, murderous, killing b*tch!
And when the winds, behind the scend,
She’ll take ship and man, to their salty end!
Ship killer! Man eater! Child stealer, she be,
Bringing us “Nearer My God To Thee! ”

Yet men who sail out there so brave
Upon her bosom, upon her wave.
They bring the food they bring the trade,
Were ever greater heroes made?
They love her still and their life so free,
Making their Daily Bread upon the sea.

22nd March 2008.

by Res John Burman

Comments (1)

Very rhythmic and enjoyable read. You pay fair due to both the beauty and the danger of the Sea. Oceans have thus far escaped me. My lone encounter with any large body of water being that of Lake Erie whose shoreline is not far from my home.