Coach Journey Home Poem by Mark Heathcote

That day on in sustain unknowns
Coming home - sand between toes
She to me became a sea-witch.
With bags of cheese sandwiches
Driftwood and blue barnacles
Forever imprinted in my mind.
Her bag of seaweeds entwined
Like entrails, I nearly did convulse
But I swallowed my innocent pride.
This here laddie, I'll hang, outside
My front door - it tells the weather.
Plants give clues no ships Chandler
Can. Laddie - its weather lore!
This isn't just any old folklore!
This here Kelp forecasts, weather
If it's dry the weather is fine.
If wet; you can bet it's a bad sign
Looking her straight she was no liar.
That day on in sustain unknowns
Arriving home - sand between toes
She to me became a sea-witch
With curling, cheese, anchor butter, sandwich.