Deep blue that's how I remember
and the sound of the sea.
Warmth on my face smell the salt
as the tide roles in.
Gently running over your feet
that moment so sweet.

Lovely memories lasted for a while
as on the golden sand.
A body mutilated washed ashore
the beauty now faded!
Hearing screams from the still sea
shocked who could it be?

A vague shape was waving frantically
glancing at the corpse!
Then again at the desperate victim
no choice I had to try!
And save them with no hesitation
but plenty of consternation.

Nearing the victim thrashing in the sea
with difficulty held them.
Bringing them slowly back to the shore
exhausted we made it.
The young woman traumatized and weak
whimpering unable to speak!

Later I found out it was her dad who died
she'd fallen out of a boat.
He jumped in to save her bitten by a shark
lucky I was there.
Glad we never suffered the same awful fate
something I often debate!

The Foureyed poet.