Crimson’s Creative Challenge #015 #We sail on the morning tide

Wet, still dripping from the outgoing tide

the white limpet shells nestle neath the slime

under the feet of those who lift their heads

to watch the new sun rise, having said

their last heartfelt sad goodbyes once more to

wives, friends, husbands, sons and lovers who

although with regret may leave their family

to spend time with a closer company