Silence the waves of the ocean, bring its noise to a halt,
take the flight of the seagulls, remove the taste of the salt.

Let them build no more castles, smudge that line in the sand,
stop rocks greeting the ocean as it meets with dry land.

Be still all sea waters, cast you out no more bait,
lose your songs mermaid sirens, leave all men to their fate.

Take your sea foam and seaweed, all fishermen’s net,
forget the sea shanty’s of girls that you’ve met.

Clear the ocean of flotsam, still the very sea bed,
my last breath is taken, pray silence, I’m dead.


Annie Read