That firewood pale with salt and burning green Outfloats its men who waved with a sound of drowning Their saltcut hands over mazes of this rough bay. Quietly this morning beside the subsided herds Of water I walk. The children wade the shallows. The sun with long legs wades into the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |