I had to move her now Because the winter was here Sailing her was usually fun When the sun was there to cheer. Blowing wind and heavy rain The boat is severely tossed around Hold on, grit my teeth, look out! We must not go aground. There are no lighted buoys No shapes upon the shore No moon or stars to help us and daylight is no more. I've been so foolish, will we make it? I feel that I have sinned Then a calmness overtakes me as I smell wood smoke on the wind. Can you smell it? I asked my friend Just a trace on the air Someone is burning wood on the shoreline over there. I know where to head if the shore is on the right Keep straight ahead and find the flashing beacon light. There it is! Just a little more Then hang a left into the creek Shine the torch - look there's the quay - And the wind has ceased to shriek. The bonfire burner on the shore Will never ever know The comfort he rendered two frightened men Who were lost in a winter blow.
Tag: Daylight
Seven Horses
Leaving my campsite one Sunday with the daylight nearly gone, in the scruffy field across the road a procession strode quietly on. A string of seven horses walked towards a corner tree. Quietly, full of purpose and oblivious of me. Three foals gambolled at the front - there was order, it was clear. Their attentive mothers followed close and a stallion brought up the rear. In circular assembly beneath the tree they stood facing out together. Ready to face any enemy or changes in the weather. Now ghostly, and almost lost wrapped in the coming night, the seven horses settled down and disappeared from my sight. September 2003
As I See Things 