The Sentinel Poem by Graham Fowell

Look out boys and girls
The Beam is coming round
It’s lighting up the swollen sea
But they’ve already run aground.

Hide amongst the bushes
Or borrow a disguise
When the sweep makes landfall
Be sure to shade your eyes.

Picking out the landscape
The searching beacon burns
Looking for the lost souls
At which we all take turns.

Gather love around you
You’re safe within its glow
The dove deserving of its cloak
Sits next the black eyed crow.

All will be cast in shadow
Who fades before the light
As silently it passes by
And on into the night…..

Then as huddled refugees
Blinkingly break ground
This time the sweep has missed you
But it’s coming back around.