Shifting sands

The sands were shifting all around
Not a whisper not a sound,
Going forward to the sea
Wanting fishes for my tea.

The tide was turning to come in
My face was smiling with a grin,
The sea was bringing fish to me
And the danger I did not see.

As I walked on and on
The sands behind me had now gone,
I was stranded on a bank
And my thoughts had now gone blank.

Danger

 

Now I needed help for sure
As I dropped my fishes lure,
I looked around for some help
All I found was dark green kelp.

Then a boat I did spy
Must have been my lonely cry,
It took me to a safer beach
Were the harm was out of reach.

Coastal learning is a must
Speak to someone you can trust,
Always eye the shifting sand
Before you leave the mother land.

Maurice G