The Sandpiper

Across the desolate ocean side we bounce,
One little sandpiper and I,
What's more, quick I accumulate, little by little,
The dissipated driftwood, faded and dry.
The wild waves arrive at their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs elevated,
As out of control the ocean side we flutter,
One little sandpiper and I.

Over our heads the gloomy mists
Scud, dark and quick, across the sky;
Like quiet phantoms in dim covers
Stand apart the white beacons high.
Nearly to the extent that eye can reach
I see the nearby reefed vessels fly,
As quick we flutter along the ocean side,
One little sandpiper and I.

I watch him as he skims along,
Articulating his sweet and sad cry;
He begins not at my erratic melody,
Nor glimmer of rippling curtain.
He misunderstands no thought about any,
He filters me with a brave eye;
Stanch companions are we, all around attempted areas of strength for and,
The little sandpiper and I.

Friend, where shrivel thou be to-night,
When the loosed storm breaks irately?
My driftwood fire will consume so splendid!
To what warm haven canst thou fly?
I don't fear for you, however wroth
The whirlwind races through the sky;
For are we not God's youngsters both,
Thou, little sandpiper, and I?