(A poem from childhood)
A mile from land, a mile at sea, with gently heaving sails,
a yacht sailed on with water trickling underneath the hull,
the water’s glare’s so strong it’s stronger than the sun at sea,
and in that lonely moment, suddenly, was it a gull?
Some wondering thing, a fragment from another world, a bee!
A mile from land, a mile at sea, sky streaming white mares’ tails,
a solemn, melancholy bee that followed unknown trails.
Nicholas Rowe Poetry 