Chesil Beach
By Lyne Carry

Thank God you're safe and out of reach
As you hear the seas roar on Chesil Beach.
Listen to the waves as they crash down
And those icy green spumes as they pound.
This cruel sea with unlimited greed
No might of man will it heed.
Think of the lives that have been lost,
It will not stop while we count the cost.
Remorseless, relentless, ravaging might,
Pounding and restless through day and night.
The pebbles sound as they heave and fall
With harsh forbidden unceaseless call.
Many a seaman this sound has hated,
With hearts stopped still and breath abated,
In case the Chesil's dreaded lure
Would take their boat forever more.
If you stand still on this beach so cold
On a winter night if you're feeling bold,
You may fancy you hear the cries
Of men it has claimed in days gone by.
Their ghostly voices seem to say
Don't come too near - stay away.
This cruel sea knows no compassion,
It will beat and strike with icy lashings,
And draw you under with relentless fury,
For it is its own judge and jury.
Then like me a ghost you'll rise,
And scream at night when the wind is high
To warn other men that danger is hidden
On this beach - so grim and forbidden.