There was a beautiful girl <br />who came from the sea. <br />And there was just one place <br />that she wanted to be. <br /> <br />With a man named Walker <br />who played in a band. <br />She would leave the ocean <br />and come onto the land. <br /> <br />He was the one that she wanted the most. <br />And she tried everything <br />to capture this ghost. <br /> <br />But throughout all their lives <br />they never connected. <br />She wandered the earth <br />alone and rejected <br /> <br />She tried looking happy <br />she tried looking tragic, <br />she tried astral projecting, <br />sex, and black magic. <br /> <br />Nothing could join them, <br />except maybe one thing, <br />just maybe... <br />something to anchor their spirits.... <br />They had a baby. <br /> <br />But to give birth to a baby <br />they needed a crane. <br />the umbilical cord <br />was in the form of a chain. <br /> <br />I t was ugly and gloomy, <br />and as hard as a kettle. <br />It had no pink skin, <br />just heavy gray metal. <br /> <br />The baby that was meant to bring them together, <br />just shrouded them both <br />in a cloud of foul weather. <br /> <br />So Walker took off <br />to play with the band. <br />And from that day on, <br />he stayed mainly on land. <br /> <br />And she was alone <br />with her gray baby anchor, <br />who got so oppressive <br />that eventually sank her. <br /> <br />As she went to the bottom, <br />not fulfilling her wish, <br />it was her, and her baby ... <br />and a few scattered fish.<br /><br />Timothy Walter Burton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anchor-baby-2/
