Ghosts - The Whalers On The Beach Poem by Paul Warren

The beach stretched on forever in the distance ahead
As we had spent the day exploring in our adventure fed
We made camp in the sand hills out of the sea breeze
Whilst the sun sank to the west in a million star sky to please

The camp fire crackled as the driftwood fire lit the scene
With the only sound the endless lapping of the shoreline not seen
So we settled for the night with thoughts of tomorrow's track
To complete the adventure along the shoreline hack

The quiet of the night is broken by the sound
Of voices on the wind as shouting orders are around
So we stretched out of our tents and looked to the sea
Down on the beach there was a group of men to see

There were long boats pulled close in to the shore
A big pot on an open fire boiling blubber in casks to pour
Looking out to sea anchored near was a whaling ship
With some surprise we watched as a whale was stripped

Fascinated we watched as the scene continued in awe
Until the morning sun peeped up in a pastel display we saw
The group of workers looked to the east and quietly spoke
And the whispers and nudges in the group spread as the day woke

Then they looked in our direction and in the blink of an eye
They were gone as the new day filled the morning sky
We looked at each other in an wonder made from this display
Why were were picked to witness this scene we shrugged in our dismay?

© Paul Warren Poetry