He stood on the hill looking down over the sea, <br />the tide was coming in and it was time for tea. <br />He was not hungry so he thought he would <br />stay a while more, but would he get caught by the <br />waves that were heading on to the shore. <br />The hill led straight on to the sand because some <br />of it had gone to the land. No break water just fierce <br />big wave and he knew in his heart he had to be brave. <br />The wind was up and the waves got stronger could this <br />young lad hang on any longer. <br />He shouted for help but no help came, then all of a <br />sudden everyone new his name, because he told a story <br />that was always the same. <br />It was a story that he could tell, because it was true <br />about the day he nearly drowned in a sea of blue. <br />Knee deep in sea water and salt in his eyes, he could <br />not explain what came down from the skies. He was pulled <br />from the sea then put on dry land, then someone stroked <br />him with a gentle hand. Take care my son were the words <br />he said don't play with the tide just go home to bed. <br />He could not believe what happened that day, but he told <br />the story anyway. He went through life and grew up brave <br />and he often wondered who saved him from that final <br />wave.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boy-and-a-wave/
