Foreland

What's that burning in the distance? Either the Redsand Fort or a ship, or my eyes are showing their age See that line form 'Cross the chalk stack insolent to history As I am to these Cracking 'cross my face

Wave after wave, the years through me falling The way beneath my feet could just give without warning That old mansion will keel to the tide in time, the line Ever nears as it will

Everybody And those it reached first We keep alive in the gleaning of their yield By the light of the wax of their land

And wave after wave, the years through us falling The current at our feet can just take without warning That old buoy will sever from the line in time the tide ever clears As it will do for me Wave after wave, I dive under today's turbulence

Hush The sea was too dangerous to swim today And driving home to feed the boys The heavens opened 'cross the Kellet Gut

And I remembered a list I wrote, "Reasons to stay alive" And cried for the distance between that page and where I am now Rain dying out, the reasons they write themselves Wave after wave, foreland