Caught In a Swell

Beware the distant storm, you tiny ripple Ignore the tempest and fettered thought Blame naked shells and open cockles For only they to the sand this anger brought Red tattered flags, fluttering warning signs Aside a tower vacantly minding the shore Trembling hand raises weakly above the tide Ripped by fearful woes once more ignored As rage and fury lash at Blackrock beach Witness to awakened hearts in fearsome squall What more than hope for our second wind to gust For only on the line we do raze our wall