MORGAN'S PANTRY

Ripples they go running on the incoming tide

Whisper of laughter side to side

No one goes looking whoever they may be

No one goes seeking the folk of the sea

Waves all awash on the bars of the beach

Murmur of sorrow, murmur of grief

No one goes looking whoever they may be

No one goes seeking the folk of the sea

Breakers go crashing to foam as they go

There's laughter and shouting far down below

No one goes looking whoever they may be

No one goes seeking the folk of the sea

Sailors set sail, there's green hair afloat

And eyes underwater follow the boat

No one goes looking whoever they may be

No one goes seeking the folk of the sea

© 2020 Kitty Macfarlane 

Photography by Todd MacDonald - toddmacdonaldmedia.com