Driftwood Poem by James Ronan

I amble amongst jumbled wood
That storms have tossed about
On a beach where villagers once stood
Only now a silent bell rings out

Squalls drove an inflexible sea
Casting a ship and lives in danger
An ocean offered shores debris
Through fury, froth and anger

Her masts groaned a ghastly sound
Under tensely tied sheet bends
No man's fate is certain bound
When sails dance on the winds

A taken ship travailed that night
And moaned its forsaken crew
A watery grave spoke their last rite
Reserved for a chosen few

I amble amongst jumbled wood
Remnants of ships and dreams
I stroll where sailors once stood
And among souls whose sea redeems