A Sunday morning the sun is out
Smiling faces no time for pouts
Breakfast at a beach side café
Food and good company mix pleasantly
Find a bench to sit and watch the ocean
Storms at sea causing commotion
Waves thunder towards the shore
Mother Nature loves to roar
Surfers ply their skills a joy to behold
Families at the water's edge
A woman with a baby in her arms falls
Life savers quick to react and hold
Conversation that seems quite worrying
Her husband is missing he was standing here
My wife comments that she can see a hand
I turn to look at where my wife is pointing
An arm a hand trapped between the waves
In an instant the arm disappears
It reappears further from the shore
Lifeguards rushing into the wave storm
They themselves disappear below the waves
What was two becomes three as they reappear
They carry a weary man to safety
He sits upon the shoreline wearily
His friends arrive and help him to his feet
They walk away their families to joyfully meet
The lifeguards stand quietly contemplating
The saving of a soul from Mother nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nail biting stuff John. The power of the sea always watching the unwary. Good first hand write my friend. Cheers, Geoffrey.
Thank you reading and commenting, Geoffrey. My Wife and I sat in silence for quite some time after this event. Although I was born just minutes from the sea, it has always given me strange feelings when I am walking a beach.