Help Is At Hand Poem by John A'Hern

A Sunday morning the sun is out
Smiling faces no time for pouts
Breakfast at a beach side café
Food and good company mix pleasantly

Find a bench to sit and watch the ocean
Storms at sea causing commotion
Waves thunder towards the shore
Mother Nature loves to roar

Surfers ply their skills a joy to behold
Families at the water's edge
A woman with a baby in her arms falls
Life savers quick to react and hold

Conversation that seems quite worrying
Her husband is missing he was standing here
My wife comments that she can see a hand
I turn to look at where my wife is pointing

An arm a hand trapped between the waves
In an instant the arm disappears
It reappears further from the shore
Lifeguards rushing into the wave storm

They themselves disappear below the waves
What was two becomes three as they reappear
They carry a weary man to safety
He sits upon the shoreline wearily

His friends arrive and help him to his feet
They walk away their families to joyfully meet
The lifeguards stand quietly contemplating
The saving of a soul from Mother nature.