The flow of the tide sweeps driftwood
Further into the uncharted seas
Drifting aimlessly
Till beached on a desert isle
Stranded, lost and alone
Stuck without direction
A toy for the storm
A boat, she rides the waves
Men pulling at the oars
Cresting mounts of water
That tumble, crash and roar
Over it spills, her mast it hangs limp
Pulling her men under
Down into the drink.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes in the pool
PoetryPoetry Collection Welcome all you readers. Poetry has become my latest experiment. Constructive criticism would be welcomed but most of all, I hope you enjoy An amateur Poet
