On Severn BeachesA Poem by leighgreenMemories of sailing as a boy
As we lent out on
We were soon straining in its reaches
With the prevailing wind on our wet and salty
backs
The towns of
As the water raced beneath with no
resistance
Of this river that is an estuary, a channel
and a sea
And the waves rolled in high in layers
Charging like a ruck of rugby players
And we rolled too, but never forgetting our
course
Our little boat took us out to where the
big ships go
Away from the shifting sandbanks so perilous
and shallow
For we were in the coastal race and needed
a big westerly at our head
And when it finally came with the
spinnaker up high
I did not feel so strange, as I only had
the cup in my eye
With my feet upon the hull I leant out to
give us an edge of speed
Steering through running eddy and rising
over swells
At last we looked at the place where the
land lover dwells
To the pier and its final buoy and the
firm ground of the jetty
For all our faults
We held our little boat true
Thank-you for that day
I will forever be your crew
© 2012 leighgreenReviews
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StatsAuthorleighgreenBristol, England, United KingdomAboutI live in Bristol, UK and write fiction and poetry in my spare time, I tend to get ideas from travelling and music. Please join my group 'Poems about Poetry' http://www.writerscafe.org/groups.. more..Writing
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