He stood on a hill looking down over the sea,
the tide was coming in and it was time for tea.
He was not hungry so he thought he would stay a while more but would he get caught by the waves that were heading on to the shore.
The hill led straight on to the sand because some of it had fallen to the land.
No break water just fierce big wave and he knew in his heart he had to be brave.
The wind was up and the waves got stronger could this young lad hang on any longer.
He shouted for help but no help came,
then all of a sudden everyone knew his name,
because he told a story that was always the same.
It was a story that only he could tell, because it was true about the day he nearly drowned in a sea of blue.
Knee deep in sea water and salt in his eyes,
he could not explain what came down from the skies.He was pulled from the sea then put on dry land, then someone stroked him with a gentle hand.
"Take care my son" were the words he said
"don't play with the tide just go home to bed!
He could not believe what happened that day
but he told the story anyway.
He went through life and grew up brave but he often wondered who saved him from that final wave.
