• R.F. Hurteau

A Second Pravacordian Nursery Rhyme

The children ran along the shore,

The sea rose up to greet them.

“Take care, beware, don’t linger there!”

Their elders did entreat them.


The sun shone down, the sand was warm,

Their words rang out, beguiling.

It seemed a dream, so right and clean,

What could the sea be hiding?


A step they took, into the surf

No fear found in their hearts.

So free, to be, upon the sea,

To never be apart.


Into the gentle froth they dove,

The sea rose up to meet them.

Too late, that’s that, no turning back,

The sea rose up to eat them.


A Pravacordian Nursery Rhyme

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