The Schooner

The schooner On the flatland between the vales, I could see the sea I had walked uphill for a long time, after the downhill and the way to the coast, it was easy, but it was getting cold, I wore a light navy uniform (Furlough) I saw a protest house of worship on its own no other Houses nearby this place would do. I fell asleep, awoke and heard organ music, the church full of matelotes singing psalms; the paster spoke of redemption and the glory of God. I saw a superb sunrise continued my walk to the coast. In the morning an open café, I told the girl behind the counter, where I had slept, she looked confused as far as she knew the church had been torn down, it was built of planks when of a schooner ran aground with the loss of all hands.