I lie in the lee
of a dagger edged shoreline
imagining rocks
The trance of the surf
chants an oath to the old land
god worshiping years
My Mother’s country
rose and fell hard lamented
was never returned
Clamber the ditches
and remember their inclines
until life ends time
Cold shoulder mountains
and leave the lightshorn valleys
bereft of laughter
Gather your children
on the sandbanks and beaches
teach them how to swim