Thursday, January 31, 2013
A wet and heavy mist at sea,
Surging waves flow over me,
Tides come and go, as does the day,
As the force of nature tries to wear me away.
A solid mass, my body strong,
The years passed quickly and surged my song,
To many ships, I've paved the way-
For the ROCK, I am this very day.
A lookout point, some know me well,
In the night's horizon I hear a bell,
Warning sailors and ships at sea -
Troublesome waters surrounding me.
Sand bars, waves and rocky turf
Has made them wonder if it's worth,
The long way round or short and fast,
Now into my bed these souls have passed.
The ROCK that waits with frightful glee,
Forced many a craft into the sea,
Twisted - broken, whole and torn,
Now treasures of the deep, well-worn.