Rock Poetry

"A will and strength to live" (A True Event) 

Set sail from France on a fine summer's eve,
her name is Anne, with brothers William and Steve.
The wind was set fair and fairly strong,
they'd been sailing together since they were all young.

Left St Malo behind and making good time,
passed the Minquies buoy on their portside at twenty past nine.
The wind had increased to a force six or seven,
to those experienced as them, this was sheer heaven.

Then a loud crack and a bang, shook them out of their dream,
they held on for dear life as she rolled on her beam.
The keel had snapped off, they were swamped by a wave,
when Anne came up there was no-one to save.

The boat had gone down, she'd clung to a spar,
and shouted and struggled to find where they are,
but now on her own, just panic and fear,
what chance did she have of surviving from here.

She calmed herself down, and turned away from the surf,
between each crashing wave, held onto her breath for all she was worth.
Then using her belt strapped herself to the wood,
and prayed if God saved her, she'd forever be good.

It had seemed like hours when in the distance she saw lights.
The town's promenade always lit up at night.
This gave her some hope to hang on till dawn,
the wind was abating and the end of the storm.

With the tide on the ebb she must have fallen asleep,
when she opened her eyes, she wanted to weep.
The currents had carried her east, and away from the town,
no lights could be seen, just darkness, cold, surely she'd drown.

But when the tide turned it had carried her back,
there was the town again, and that was a fact,
but she felt such despair as she drifted on west,
felt seasick and so weak, she could only hope for the best.

Drifting around Jersey from the south to the north,
of high cliffs and small harbours where small boats sailed forth,
but this journey took her many hours of hell,
how much longer could she last, no-one could tell.

Her eyes were now swollen from the salt and the sea,
it became less painful to shut them, and dream she was free.
Dropped in and out of her mind, it was now dark again,
When loud thunder awoke her, she raised her parched mouth to the rain.

Hearing waves pounding on shingle, close by on the shore,
with her hands she paddled her way in, as never before,
but caught up in the surf she was spun to and fro,
one moment ten feet under, then her head took a blow.

Thrown bodily up onto a steep shingle beach,
she struggled to get free and way out of reach,
but as the undertow dragged her back out again,
she tried to stand up but collapsed in great pain.

When she came to, the tide had receeded,
she lay there exhausted for the strength that she needed,
then crawling her way up, she was taken aback,
by a high cliff above her, but then she found an old track.

Almost hidden by bramble, she forced her way through,
and started to climb upwards, where was she heading, she hadn't a clue.
It took over two hours before reaching the crest,
she collapsed on the headland and allowed herself rest.

The old man awakened and got out of bed,
something'd disturbed him, he scratched his bald head.
He woke up his wife and switched on the light,
something was out there in the dark of the night.

He opened the door with a trembling hand,
and saw someone lying there, bleeding and swollen, all covered in sand.
Called out to his wife there was nothing to fear,
together they dragged her into their room, and all was made clear.

The TV that day had carried the news,
that a boat had gone missing and of interviews.
A search had gone on commencing at dawn,
The lifeboat and an air search, and all shipping informed.

Some wreckage had been found but no sign of life.
"This must be the girl", whispered his wife.
Wrapping her in blankets they gave her hot tea,
She was unable to speak and could hardly see.

Just three days in hospital well looked after and fed,
she was applauded and cheered as she was helped out of bed.
This lone survival was hardly deemed true.
Why had fate saved her, only God knew.

Written May 2007
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