That day on in sustain unknowns <br />Coming home - sand between toes <br />She to me became a sea-witch. <br />With bags of cheese sandwich's <br />Driftwood and blue barnacles <br />Forever imprinted in my mind. <br />Her bag of seaweeds entwined <br />Like entrails I nearly did convulse <br />But I swallowed my innocent pride. <br />This here laddie, I'll hang, outside <br />My front door - it tells the weather. <br />Plants give clues no ships Chandler <br />Can. Laddie - its weather lore! <br />This isn't just any old folk lore! <br />This here Kelp forecasts, weather <br />If it's dry the weather is fine. <br />If wet; you can bet it's a bad sign… <br />Looking her straight she was no liar. <br />That day on in sustain unknowns <br />Arriving home - sand between toes <br />She to me became a sea-witch <br />With a curling, cheese, anchor butter, sandwich.<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coach-journey-home/
