DRIVEWAY BEACH.

The wind was strong that night:
It blew great ripples
In my pebbles,
I hoped they were all right.

I simply couldn’t sleep,
I could not do it,
Kept going through it,
What if pebbles weep?

I turned the lamp light on,
And wrote some words
Until the birds
Began their morning song,

Then clothed my self in denim,
And went down stairs
To see why there
Were seagulls singing hymns.

The wind must have been grand:
The pebbles fate
Was ultimate,
They’d been blown into sand.