Lions On The Beach Poem by Barry Middleton

In mid July the breeze will turn,
and freshen gently from the east.
Across the sea from Africa,
the trade wind stirs a mighty beast.
The old man gazes ‘cross the sea,
for he has sensed a subtle change.
Then he recalls a youthful voyage,
that now is far beyond his range.
As memory comforts grief and loss,
a daydream brings a moment's peace,
till death will come to set him free,
then he at last may find release.
The hurricanes are coming soon,
with lessons they shall surly teach.
The old man wonders even now;
are there still lions on the beach?
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Inspired by Santiago's dreams in The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway.