BROKEN SCHWEPPES BOX
Trev Teasdel Weston Super Mare December 1972


Swept upon the shore
Sighing to a seagull
who skims the salty air.
And if the sea is kind
She’ll sweep him from the shore.


Upon the quicksandy beach
Tis forsaken and forelorn
Without the faintest quiver
And never no one near.
Till the sea is kind
And sweeps him from the shore.


Upon quick wrothy waves
Tis tossed to and fro
It’s not easy not to be
Swallowed by the waves.
But if the sea is kind
She’ll sweep him from the shore.


It’s hard upon the waves
It’s cold upon the beach
It’s free up in the sky
And if the sea is kind
She’ll show him to the sun.
And if the sea is bright
She may shed some light
upon the path of a solution.