There were Eleven

Bob Byford: it is a quick flash, a heartbeat, a turn of the wind, the blink of an eye, we take for granted. A moment is lost,the fire dies out, the sun sets, the tide rushes from the shore, heart break sets in, tears begin to flow, from a window of memory we reach.Eleven souls now rest in the sea, they ride the crest of the next wave, they lay on the sea bed, they ride on a pelicans wings. You, are their only shout for justice, the sea never judges, it never forgets, it is very unforgiving. This morning the memories flood in, the sea smell is tainted, the beaches are covered by the foul folly that has been committed. I hear Eleven voices calling , remember me, remember my family, and pray for our sea