Morning 20/5/06

The golden dawn awoke the shore

The waves lapped at the

Sand's white toes as

A ship came into harbour

Her vast deck and wooden boards

Gleamed in the morning Sun

The rays of light were spread

Like dew upon the morning grass

She parted the waters as she came,

Sails billowing, snatching the wind.

Behind she left a milk-white path,

She left danger far at sea

Her sailors, brown and worn

Heaved together, one last time

They stepped off by the wooden plank

That held many tales of old

They ran to those who stood

Upon the soft, shining shore.