Boxing Day Tsunami -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

 

It was upon that day so fair
To celebrate without a care
There was naught to mar the day
As children on the sand did play
For joy to all was with them then
No hate or malice had there been

I remember that little child
Oh so young and meek and mild
A sweet face for all to see
How angelic could one be?
Then out there in waters deep
A line of foam was seen to creep

The sea now it did subside
And from the shore began to hide
Now the child saw sea bed
Where once the sea was overhead
Moving now to closer be
She moved from sand towards the sea

Now the wave it built up high
Yes, as if to touch the sky
With thunderous roar it came on in
Taking child and car and rusty bin

No man or woman did it spare
For gentle child it did not care
No compassion did it feel
Its waves did lash and curl and peels

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YOUR FAVOURITE POEM