Walking along a 7 km stretch of beach there was the wreckage of a boat strewn along the beach, some pieces no bigger than kindling. Paint still covered sections of the much battered timber. It just set the imagination sailing away too. :)
Flotsam The debris strewn along the beach Splintered boat so much out of reach Slewed and scattered across the sand Blue and red wood still to hand Imagination running wild The wreckage of a boat defiled Once a vibrant vessel, seaworthy Now flotsam tossed for all to see One wonders what had happened here Which caused this wreck that instilled fear Did the captain stay alive? Did any of the crew survive? Tossed and battered on this coast Beyond any help from the island's hosts Her keel and hull torn apart No mast with sail nor engine to start The ocean's relentless, remorseless tide Has wrecked this boat and flung her aside While benign blue sky looks calmly down The sombre grey clouds scowl and frown People walk past oblivious Ignoring the plainly obvious Not knowing nor caring why These timbers were hurled beyond the eye This sturdy ocean going boat Which carried men and cargo afloat Now wreckage laying along the beach Lost and forgotten - out of reach Boa Vista 21 April 2015
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