The footprints of the seabirds in wet sand

The footprints of the seabirds in wet sand

The footprints of our children and their hands

Castles sinking as the sea comes back

The tide is turning yet the sky is black

Everyday we see the patterns play

Inside the frame that stretches day by day .

When did the sea birds walk along the beach?

We use small memories like this to teach.

The beach at Dover is not very fine

Yes it left an imprint on my mind.

Maybe it’s the castle and the cliffs

Nothing here to make Herr Hitler laugh

Before the evil of our two world wars

Matthew Arnold thought he glimpsed the cause.

God was sinking like a boat at war.

In any case whatever was God for?