Shouts Drowned Out the Tide

Shouts Drowned Out The Tide

Trickle down the river
‘Round the bend into the sea
Speaking with a shiver
Loud enough to voice a plea
Trying not to quiver
Standing steadfast on both knees
To drain one’s life with teeth and knife
Alarming grates against the gates
It’s no small wonder a sound of thunder will give a child the shakes

Skulking in the shadows
Out onto the other side
Tried enjoying waves had no
Shouts drowned out the tide
My wise and dear old Dad knows
Falls antecede one’s pride
It cannot be what one can’t see
The person dead won’t rise from bed
Alarming grates against the gates are all within your head

Nov. ’07