new home pop

When the tides come
and
wash our homes

when winds blow
and
we don't know

what gale will us swallow
where will we go
and
will we know
where the tides are high
and
when low

so we all make do
till the water threatens too

we move to a smaller cottage
up the hill and hope
the Lord will spare us
with smaller mercies
as tides cede