The LandslideA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘There are times and tides in every life, There are things we never planned,’ The old man said to his grandson there As he took him by the hand, ‘It may come soon, or it may come late, It may be the final fall, But when it does you may find you’re left With your back against the wall.’
The lad stood still on the rocky ledge He was more than petrified, For half the cliff had given way In a sudden, great landslide, The path that they had travelled on Had plummeted into the bay, There was no forward, and no way back Where they stood on the cliff that day.
‘Do you think they’ll come to rescue us, Do they even know we’re here?’ The lad had cried in the first aside Of his terror, and his fear, The old man looked at the darkening light And the clouds foretold a storm, ‘I think that we’ll be stranded here All night, till the early morn.’
The old man looked where the cliff above Had an overhanging ridge, There was no way to clamber up From their place on the narrow ledge, And straight below, two hundred feet Was the churn of an angry sea, ‘I think we’ll have to be more than brave My boy, just you and me.’
The night came on with a swirl of wind The first from an evening squall, While they sat down on the narrow ledge Their backs to the old cliff wall, The lad was cold and his face was pale So his grandpa held him tight, ‘Just think of what you can tell your friends Once back from this dreadful night.’
The rain that came was torrential, They both were soaked to the skin, He wrapped his coat all around the boy But he felt him shivering, ‘This brings back memories from the war I was sat in an LCT, Waiting for it to come and land And to set the beaches free.’
The lad perked up, said, ‘tell me more, Did you find yourself afraid?’ ‘We knew the odds, we had gone to war And the mines, they all were laid, We hit the beach and they dropped the door I was waist deep in the sea, Trying to make it into shore But I lived, and so can we!’
The boy was shivering constantly, He’d die before the morn, The old man struggled him to his feet, ‘We have to get you warm! We’re both stood here in our LCT And we’re brave, our hearts are pumped…’ He turned and smiled at the lad, and then, Holding hands, they jumped!
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