Recently I found a poem

That I had written at High School

I was aged about twelve

The previous month

I had stolen and lost

A worthless prayer book

For which I was later punished

I had left it carelessly on a beach

And it was swept out by the tide

It was autumn and I was tied to a post

I was gagged so tightly

That my mouth bled

The garth was full of sweet smells

My eyes were tight with tears

And I was unable to see

The stunning clouds of the dak

Yet I sensed her beauty

As she walked past my garden gate

Towards the beach using the steep sandy path