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I sat on the sand, my knees pulled to my chest, and watched the waves crawl forward and back with ease. The rain was coming down lightly, making a rippled effect upon the surface.
Sail the seas of moonlight, Meet me by the shore. I'll help you fix your damaged boat And then we'll sail some more. Across the endless horizon, We'll sail with soundless cries.
Chapter One The mist swirled around Kritchels feet, as the soft crunch of the marshland under foot, echoed through the valley.
I climbed in a boat and sailed off to sea, but you did not climb in and sail away with me. I tired to pick up an oar and hand you the other, but you looked at me, scared and ran for cover.
I am the ship that sails on rough seas so smoothly cutting through each wave silently.
I've dived in to the.... Snakeskin Aquarium. Setting out to catch tuna. I can see the horizon, Tastes like swirls of paint on a dark canvas sheet. Roundabouts. Like emotions, swirling.
#colourchallenge #heather My mother is a teacher, My father teaches, too, My father's father owned a boat, T'was painted white and blue.
#household I once knew a pirate named Trevor, To rob people's ships was his endeavour, As for his fish tank, He made that walk the plank, And the fish's head he did sever.
Gather at the quayside all the good folk of the world, We'll wave our flags and raise our cheers as mainsails are unfurled, With Children at the front we'll wait for cast off from the side, The...
#household The Owl and the Pussycat came back to the shore A little dejected and wet; Their pea-green boat Got munched by a goat And they'd got caught in a fisherman's net.
I sit and look at you powerful body, Mesmerised by the ripples you so proudly show, You draw people to you like a magnet But oh how little do they know you - or care, You can be so beautiful and...
We're on a maiden voyage, We'll sail the seven seas. We're fightin' for our Opuss rights - come join us if you please. Be sure to bring your parrot, and make sure he can rhyme...
In the bleak mid-July, the sounds of Bristol Harbour collaborate to a seagull symphony, excited by this year's Harbour Festival and the prospect of prize pickings, the highlight of their greedy...
You sat on the shore. And I stood on the cliff,. And we both were wondering,. Wondering if. You could live above water,. Or a tail I could grow. But then you swam away,. And I stood alone.
Bathing in the golden sun she sings her enticing song. Melodies so sweet that it turns the ocean's salt to sugar. The syrup sea laps on her silky skin while the harmonies chime for her mouth.
Chapter 3 Stretching his wrinkly neck out of the microscopic lighthouse window, my grandfather noticed me lying helplessly as the gargantuan ship lost control.
With his Southend seafront stetson And his plastic handled gun He rode the pontoon prairies In the hazy dockland sun.
Prologue Anthony lives in a lighthouse with his grandfather who is in his mid eighties. His parents are nowhere to be see and his grandmother had passed away when Anthony was a baby.
Jude stood on the dock, awaiting the arrival of The Liberator. It had been almost two hours since they last checked in announcing their proximity. The dock spanned the entire bay.
My little loving lighthouse Vigilant and true Burns bright, surpassing starshine, Celestial guide to you.
Waves tore heartlessly at the little white light house, scratching away it's damp paint work and wrecking the potted flowers placed elegantly on the doorstep.
The witching velvet evening falls across the quiet land the last red ray of twilight steals shadow from my hand.
Sung to the tune of "what shall we do with a drunken sailer" On a snowy winter's day My careers adviser called to say "have you thought how you will make your way, in the real world.
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