A speck of orange
A sloop in the bay
Is faltering and lost its way
Off South Foreland
Under England’s chalk heights
Its occupants taken aback
A speck of orange
is pounding through the
moving mass of water
Bringing relief and rescue
for those aboard
A lifeboat on hand
To overcome the cross currents
that sandbanks profess
Its a dangerous game
with no second guess
The sea is one hurdle
Sandbanks, tides others
That set deceptive traps
for the unwary
Even those in the know
All looks demure
Harmless and fun
Until these scallywags
trigger their snare
Release their worst
This is one English boat
fighting its course
leaving nothing to chance
Experienced hands
even then surprised
It’s just one early
Just in case scenario
Every hour in every day
and every night
An ongoing steady haul
Our orange speck
knows these shores
What can arise
Without warning
Without compromise
Taking a tow
Away from these parts
Means hands are steady
Minds set free
To continue about
Away then you sloop
Set about your deeds
But keep a mindful eye
Over your domain
And your circumstance
