Moonlight shadow, moonlight shadow
I don't want to be mantled in you
cold and unfriendly as you are
chilled with the midnight dew
I want to have a sunbeam
clothed upon my shoulder
little sis will hide her face
unless loving arms enfold her
*
Sitting on a towel down on Netley shore
eating bread and damson jam
hearking the old men snore
sifting through the shingle
in the afternoon sun
"a stone that's got a hole in it ...
little sis says ...
is a lucky one"
*
No one says the sea is boring
not the sailor how would he?
who has spent his whole life
traversing old Briny
crashing waves with freshing spume
gentle lapping curl
waves, wave upon wave
beneath sky azure or pearl.