The Cruel Sea

There at the back of a derelict cottage, lay an old English garden. Now so overgrown, it desperately needed some love and attention, like many old garden's who's owners had passed on.For once it was a delightful picture. A quaint little place, with a story to tell….. Once long ago, It belonged to a beautiful lady, born on the Cornish coast, In the village she met her true love, And this house, they loved the most. They set up home with happiness, And the garden they made their own, He worked upon the trawler boats, Spent many long hours from home. Quite often she would wave him off, From the harbour she would stand, And she would blow him kisses, As she watched him wave his hand. One night, as she lay in her cosy bed, She had but the strangest of dreams, She dreamt she was sitting peacefully, By the side of a beautiful stream. There across the other side, Her own true love stood tall, He beckoned to her with a loving smile, And then began to call, He looked so tall and handsome, As, he called out her name, She thought how much she loved him, And he felt just the same. She woke the very next morning, To a very loud knock at the door, And then she faced the tragic news, That a boat had been washed on the shore. There had been, no survivors, Her own true love had gone, How could she live without him? She only had their place, For memories, reminders, Their beautiful garden space. That once loved place now empty, For only ghosts remain, The spirits of the lovers, Back together again. Jayne Davies