Man In The Calf Of Man Poem by Phil Ward

Why, Oh man in the Calf of Man,
Don’t you look over at me?
On grassy banks of Cregneash I sit,
I’m as close as I can be,
For hours and hours I’m watching you
as you watch over the sea.
In the cold and windy sunlit rain,
With a rainbow over me.
So you stare, Oh calf of Man?
Why don’t you turn your head?
Looking East Oh calf of Man,
At only the mainland ahead.
What do you long for Calf of Man?
You can talk to me,
I am the keeper of the land,
And minder of the sea.
But if I seat as long as you,
And watch you watching the sea,
I’ll disanimate, Oh Calf of Man
As I can’t wait, Oh Calf of Man,
I have other places to be.