Coach Journey Home

That day on in sustain unknowns Coming home - sand between toes She to me became a sea-witch. With bags of cheese sandwiches Driftwood and blue barnacles Forever imprinted in my mind. Her bag of seaweeds entwined Like entrails, I nearly did convulse But I swallowed my innocent pride. This here laddie, I'll hang, outside My front door - it tells the weather. Plants give clues no ships Chandler Can. Laddie - its weather lore! This isn't just any old folklore! This here Kelp forecasts, weather If it's dry the weather is fine. If wet; you can bet it's a bad sign Looking her straight she was no liar. That day on in sustain unknowns Arriving home - sand between toes She to me became a sea-witch With curling, cheese, anchor butter, sandwich.