Whitby

 

It started out a beautiful day,

Set off for a nice long walk,

To go from Whitby to Robin Hoods Bay,

Walk a bit then sit and talk.

 

We went along the Cleveland Way,

Running along the cliff tops,

Came across a camp-site where my brother did stay,

They were children there, eating their lollipops.

 

Then we came across a big red sign,

This way to the beach, but the path had been eroded,

They was no wind, the weather was fine,

We soon found ourselves totally secluded.

 

We could see that the tide was still well out at sea,

However, behind us it was completely inshore,

Wandered around the rocks, giving god our plea,

If we would survive, we we're not sure.

 

We had to go up the rocks, to avoid getting caught by the sea,

And then go down to avoid the dangerous cliff side,

There in the grass was a butterfly and a bumble bee,

I went first to find the potholes for my mum to get to my side.

 

Then a little further on my mum was getting bitten by ants,

So we stopped upon one of the giant rocks,

And she started squashing them by patting on her pants,

And my feet was aching, soaking wet we're my trainers and socks.

 

We had to go up and down the terrain, to get round the boulders,

From the loose scree at the top, to slippery rocks at the bottom,

It was tough on our legs, but even more so our shoulders,

We were starting to get hungry, rumbling in mine and my mum’s tum.

 

We found a rock to sit and have a rest, where we saw a fishing boat,

It was heading straight towards us, we started to wave to it,

Using my tee-shirt as a flag, while my mum waved her coat,

It didn’t see us against the cliff, it was too far out to shout to it.

 

We went on a bit further, but our path was sealed off by the ocean,

We waited for a couple of hours, while it went back out,

I had my shirt and jacket off, getting a bit of a tan,

We looked around for any more ships, but there was none about.

 

We still had to go through the water,

Although it was extremely cold, the adrenaline warmed us both,

We kept looking at our watches, and it got later and later,

We were so hungry, no Sunday diner and mug of tea, we did loathe.

 

Suddenly a couple of miles out at sea,

We become awestruck at the beautiful sight,

The deepest an brightest rainbow you could ever see,

And it went with us until it was night.

 

It got too dangerous to walk in the dark,

So we found a big flat rock to lay our weary heads,

Just hoping and praying to hear a dog bark,

Wanting safety and to sleep in our own beds.

 

After a short time it started to rain,

We needed to find some kind of shelter,

Survival was the only thing on my brain,

Looked around with the flame of a lighter.

 

Then I found what looked like a cave,

Made from rocks falling from above,

We were tired but had to stay brave,

Thinking of the family, that we did love.

 

We stayed awake for ages, just kept talking,

For about three, four or even five hours,

At dawn they was relief, we were both still living,

To have a fighting chance to survive was ours.

 

We got warmer and then started off walking again,

For miles, headland after headland went by,

We were very tired and in a lot of pain,

But we carried on, hoping for a boat to come by.

 

Kept on for a while, then we had a big surprise,

We both thought we saw a fisherman, around the corner,

We had to look a couple of times, could not believe our eyes,

We speedily went on our way which also made us a bit warmer.

 

But as we walked around the next headland,

He had just completely vanished,

Just the sight of the sea and the land,

And our hopes diminished.

 

As we progressed along our travels,

The wind got strong in our faces,

The east coasts weather perils,

Which did slow down our paces.

 

We walked and walked for ages and ages,

And finally, we eventually saw the beach,

We could see a lot of people, of all ages,

The tide was coming in, the bay we could not reach.

 

Then we heard a loud roaring sound,

It was a the sea king, from the rescue team,

It saw us and circled around,

We were at last, waking up from this dream.

 

They flew us back to Whitby, along where we had been,

At last came the end of this long nightmare,

The whole of the east coast we had seen,

They took us to the hospital there.

 

We then returned to the bed and breakfast,

For a shower and a nice long rest,

to be in a real bed at last,

But our own beds in Leeds where best.

 

By Tristan Grainger

 

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