The Wednesday Poem #11 - The Thames Tide

The  Thames tide goes out,

the beachcomber appears

bones and stones exposed,

 under ancient wooden piers,

The Thames tide goes out,

the frenzy of the gulls,

looking for a meal,

between the beached hulls,

Now the tide has turned,

reclaiming in its wake,

the secrets of the past,

right up to traitors gate.

Copyright 2017 Roger Tichborne

Every Wednesday, we feature a poem and a picture about our neighbourhood. If you have a poem and a picture you'd like to feature, just email to me using the link in the sidebar. I've written poetry for many years, for my own amusement. It was suggested that I share some of it. I hope you enjoy it, I'd love to feature anything you have written.