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World Book Day
Year Five Classroom: Thoughts Like an Ocean
The sea comes to me on the shore
On lacy slippered feet
And shyly, slyly slides away
With a murmur of defeat.
And as I stand there wondering
Strange thoughts spin round my head
Of why and where and what and when
And if not, why, what then?
Where do lobsters come from?
And where anemones?
And are there other worlds out there
With other mysteries?
Why do I walk upon dry land
While fishes haunt the sea?
And as I think about their lives
Do they too think of me?
Why is water, water?
Why does it wet my hand?
Are there really as many stars
As there are grains of sand?
And where would the ocean go to
If there was no gravity?
And where was I before I lived?
And where’s eternity?
Perhaps the beach I’m standing on
Perhaps this stretch of sand
Perhaps the Universe itself
Lies on someone else’s hand?
And isn’t it strange how this water and I
At this moment happened to meet
And how this tide sweeps half the world
Before stopping at my feet.
Gareth Owen
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