Good Hope - Dear Reader

They came from the sea

She brought them to me

Though I’m sure they did curse her most murderous means

Thrown on the rocks

Broken bodies and hearts

They washed up on the shores of our southern most parts

What a price they had won

Thought they barely had sought

The green mountains that rose up above called them forth

So they hiked to the mount

To that high table top

Where the view that awaited the gaze shouted

«You can do anything boy!»

They came from the sea

She brought them to me

Only time will show what sort of gift they will be

In the bay down below on a dark, friendless bed

Lay the vessel that carried their hopes in her breast

Now the thrill of the swell they had learnt to regret

But the view that awaited their gaze shouted

«You can do anything boy!»

They came from the sea

She brought them to me

Though I’m sure they did curse her most murderous means