Aluredian
40
The Sea
The sea is home.
Once it becomes part of you,
You can never take it away,
Some say, although it seems alien at night,
Yet so welcoming by day.
Think how, one day past a thousand moons away,
The world's first living soul arose and stood,
And saw it many moving hills,
Just as they move today.
We see, live and breathe it in,
Mourn it when it's gone too long.
The sea is home.
Tree
Death has encumbered its soul,
Ripped it up, heartlessly.
Its great truncated roots - once the source of
All life - lie exposed,
An intricate web of uselessness.
And the great twisted body of this warrior,
No longer stands tall.
It was carelessly discarded by the life
Which once filled each season's bloom,
And so lies waiting,
As if desperate to return to the dust,
Oh how are the mighty fallen.
Rob Cameron GCSE
by Georgie Evans, 61