Bit of a random poem this one. I often sit at the beach and think about things, and one day whilst I was there, I noticed a large piece of wood in the sea.
Bobbing across the ocean,
Floating and feeling free,
This single piece of driftwood,
Is all that I can see.
Once it was a boat,
It stood tall and proud,
Now it’s just a single plank,
Lying underneath a cloud.
(c) Matt Davies 2005
