At The Water’s Edge

I found once a raft
Made of seven sticks
Of the fairest, daintiest, cutest twigs

For her mast she had
The proudest yet
And her sails came forth
From the finest cloth

She was bound together
With ribbons and strings
What a sight to behold
She was truly something

She’d catch the wind in her sails
When I held her in my hands
And one day she softly said
“I’d like to see Distant Lands”

She was made for adventure
I knew she had to go
Though I loved my precious raft
Oh how I loved her so

So on a moonlit night
I gently set
My pretty raft
At the water’s edge

When my dear little raft
Tried to sail out to sea
The tide came in
And brought her back to me

I scooped her joyfully
With my open hands
But I knew she’d set her sights
On those Distant Lands

I cradled her in my arms
Whispered, “Shhh, do not fear”
Then I held her close to my heart
And waded into the water

We swam out together
Far into the sea
Where the tide could catch her no more
My raft drifted free

The next day at school
My teacher read
“The world is round…”
“What sails away will come back…”

It gave me hope
My heart jumped with delight
I waited daily
Upon the seaside

I wanted my raft back
Though tattered and torn
I would love her still
Even if her beauty’s gone

Everyday I played about
With the waves and the sun
And I watched the horizon
As days turned into months

Till a friend who was watching
Could bear it no longer
He strode up to me
Placed his hand on my shoulder

“Hey, look at me straight.”
“Don’t you be a fool.”
“Do you really believe…”
“What they’ve taught you in school?”

“Look! The world is flat!”
He waved into the distance
Then he turned and trudged home
As I stood in silence

Before I turned to go
I left my heart in the sand
In case my raft comes back

To the water’s edge
In the land
Of the one-eyed men.