BULLDOZER ON THE SHORE
In the distant lightship’s bland, unwinking eye,
No longer vigilant, closes as the sun,
Flaunting scarlet banners down the sky,
Bursts daylight on the world; and, one by one,
The drowsy seagulls soar
Out of the quietness of morning, brash,
Snarling, Diesel-powered voices crack
To wakefulness, vicious steel grinds steel, to crash
Engaging gears; the caterpillar track
Carves patterns in the unresisting sands.
The great blade drops; with lumbering, lurching strength
And unrelenting effort, giant hands,
Of careless gesture, sweep, to leave, at length,
A smooth, unbroken swathe across the sands.
The Diesel voices roar
Wrote below in primary school when I was only about 9 years old.
It was published in Kent County Magazine.
Other work by Namur King