The Pyle Inside

Waves crashing against a shore,

The tide is coming in.

Cold seeping into a wetsuit,

Hearing the sea sing.

Ripples in a rock pool,

Seaweed tangles your feet.

Catching fish in a net,

Fingers sifting through the sleet.

Water rushes over my back,

I jump these tidal waves.

Diving, gliding through the sea,

These currents i do brave,

I comb the beach for treasures,

Cupping shells to my ear,

Watching from the cliff-face,

As ‘way from the rocks boats steer.

And from my bedroom window,

I listen to the sea sing.

Knowing my home truly is,

Where from water waves spring.