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Jewelled Hand Across the rocks I called with speed waving for my salty steed. A flash of white beyond the shore. his aqua mane, the splashing roar! The rider set the stallion free we charged across a silver sea. Racing hard near half a day until we found an isle of grey He bucked then tossed me from my seat though landing on two eager feet Calling out to say that "I'm now on that atavistic climb!" Searching for an Osprey's nest here upon the island's crest. Three creamy eggs of giant size and there below the greater prize Eight golden rings of precious stone stolen by a bird unknown. Upon my hands they fitted true two amber, green, two red and blue My jewelled hand again did crawl down the rocky sea sprayed wall. And smiling on a gentle wave a dreaming rocking seahorse brave Past the buzzing flying fish speeding with a fulfilled wish. Laughing of our island quest no thought of joy now unexpressed But in the dawn's coloured sky a massive bird will often cry Of stolen rings that he once knew, two amber, green, two red and blue |