Poetry

The Poem

The rocky cliffs are smashed by thr hurricane force waves.
Slowly yet steadily they eroded away.
Then it dies down,
It is calm and peaceful.
Look it is a rock pool,
Inside is a crab scuttling away.
And over there we can go snorkelling,
What do I see colourful little annemonie.
There it goes,
What  is it? you ask,
It turns out to be my poem floating away.
I wish it sank and disappered before I swim after it.