He stood on the hill looking down over the sea,
the tide was coming in and it was time for tea.
He was not hungry so he thought he would
stay a while more, but would he get caught by the
...
Read full text
Compelling read and for once with the sea, a happy outcome. Patrick xx
AWESOME WRITE OF STRENGTH AND ENCOURAGEMENT, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HAND THAT PLACED SUCH WORDS IT MUST BE OUR ONE AND ONLY.... SYLVIA SPENCER OR SIS AS I HAVE COME TO KNOW HER TOP CLASS POETRY FROM A TOP CLASS GIRL LOVE duncan XXXXXXX
Knee deep in sea water and salt in his eyes, he could not explain what came down from the skys. He was pulled from the sea then put on dry land, then someone stroaked him with a gentle hand. Take care my son were the words he said don't play with the tide just go home to bed. This Sylvia spencer use words very simply to panetrate a deep frightening -soaring pictures....
Lovely poem, lovely ending, lovely storyline. Great read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
As always, you make me think of the Oral Storytellers of Olden days, when there were no writers, just Storytellers, the ones who could take a simple story and tell it to a group of listeners and make it something to be remembered! You are a true STORYTELLER!
A poem of grace and gentle strength. What wonderful imagry!
A poem of extraordinary beauty. Very consoling and inspiring. You are such a gifted story teller. It would be impossible not to be touched by this one. Love from your sister and friend, Sandra
sylvia...my husband had this experience when he was 10 and was saved by a kind fisherman...he read the poem and liked it a lot...love...nalini
lovely...prose with poetry..an awesome combo