Berry Head Poem by Gordon Jones

I sat awile on Berry Head looking out across the sea
A lonely quiet spot toda, no other soul but me
I peered into the waves below, as they crashed in steaming foam
Upon the rocks of ages past, repelled by craggy stone.
I wondered what strange things I'd see if only I could go
Beneath the waves that held the key a hundred feet below.
Explore the hidden crevices where no one's ever been
And peer into those deep dark holes to see what could be seen.
I wonder are the species, never seen by man
Hiding in the caves below have lived since time began.
I lay back in the sunshine looking up at clear blue skies, My thoughts had made me tired and so, I closed my eyes.
I must have slept awhile, my dream was quite a shocker.
Cos when I woke I felt I'd been in Davy Jone's locker.