This is a short poem inspired by fellow twitter poet, John Feaster whose original poem you can find here.
He came a courting to the door
With a smile as easy as could be
But my father’s face was set and stern
A fisherman was no match for me.
He whispered low so none could hear
And said to meet him on the strand.
When evening fell he was waiting there
And smiled his smile as he took my hand.
He took my hand and he took my heart
And he left on the tide in the wake of the tern.
Though I watch for the sail of his little boat
The mocking gulls cry that he’ll not return.