The wind is loud,
The wind is blowing,
The waves are big,
The waves are growing.
...
Once upon a time there lived a boy
Who didn’t dare lay his head to sleep;
Who’s docile, darkened room decoy
Did not reveal, release the shallow weep,
...
Its eyes hold light
And though in spite
Of being small,
It has the right
...
In autumns early bloom,
A bee is nestled near;
And dawns appear
At coming noon.
...
The Rescue
The wind is loud,
The wind is blowing,
The waves are big,
The waves are growing.
What’s that? What’s that?
A dog is crying,
It’s in the sea,
A dog is crying.
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
A dog is crying,
A dog is crying.
Is no one there?
A boat is going,
The waves are big,
A man is rowing,
The waves are big
The waves are growing.
Where’s the dog?
It isn’t crying.
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
Is it dying?
Is it dying?
The wind is loud,
The wind is blowing,
The waves are big,
The waves are glowing.
Where’s the boat?
It’s upside down.
And where’s the dog,
And must it drown?
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
O, must it drown?
O, must it drown?
Where’s the man?
He’s on the sand,
So tired and wet
He cannot stand.
And where’s the dog?
It’s in his hand,
He lies it down
Upon the sand.
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
The dog is mine!
The dog is mine!
So tired and wet
And still it lies.
I stroke its head,
It opens its eyes,
It wags its tail,
So tired and wet.
I call its name,
For it’s my pet,
Not his or hers
Or yours, but mine-
And up it gets,
And up it gets!
By, Ian Serraillier
The Rescue is by Ian Serailler, and published in the book I'll Tell You a Tale copyright Penguin UK,1973 and 1976. Why is it credited to Amy Cadler?