The German Ocean

The road beckoned
And the roar of the sea
in the distance
beyond the dunes

I was tempted
to walk to the sea
not much further
from where the foxes play

But it's the German Ocean
cold and grey
far away
from the Atlantic shores

The isle of green and white
is washed by it
always luring beyond
the sandy dunes

For those in the northwest
It's only cold
where Davy Jones
holds many in his locker

Fallen to the enemy
when it stalked the
gun metalship grey
seas of the German Ocean

Long have those years
passed - the enemy
now our friend and neighbour
both having learned from old mistakes

The shadow lingers though
where the breakers roar
along the sandy shores
of the Low Countries