Spring Tide at St Brelade

From 11/08/2004, a memory. I used to end these nights soaked to the skin, but the house was just over the road, and there a nice warm bath awaited, and some Horlicks and bed.

Spring Tide at St Brelade

The foaming tide comes leaping fast

Over white sands, and then at last

Reaches the wall, at the end of day

This spring tide at St Brelade’s Bay

High tide splashes over the sea wall

Each wave so high, so very tall

And we are here to take a chance

To miss the waves, the briny dance

We run, then stop with wariness

Heavy water coming down to us

This time it misses, and we run

To dare the elements is such fun

Then halt, and wait, a fearful pause

Sea water cascades down, then draws

Back into the foaming sea, then

A tall wave is rising once again

Breaks on the wall, begins to climb

We are not so lucky on this time

We are soaked through, so very wet

We gambled here, just lost our bet

And so bedraggled, we go home

For a warm bath of bubbling foam

Then to bed, to dream of the waves

Crashing within the sandman’s caves.