That day on in sustain unknowns br Coming home - sand between toes br She to me became a sea-witch. br With bags of cheese sandwich's br Driftwood and blue barnacles br Forever imprinted in my mind. br Her bag of seaweeds entwined br Like entrails I nearly did convulse br But I swallowed my innocent pride. br This here laddie, I'll hang, outside br My front door - it tells the weather. br Plants give clues no ships Chandler br Can. Laddie - its weather lore! br This isn't just any old folk lore! br This here Kelp forecasts, weather br If it's dry the weather is fine. br If wet; you can bet it's a bad sign… br Looking her straight she was no liar. br That day on in sustain unknowns br Arriving home - sand between toes br She to me became a sea-witch br With a curling, cheese, anchor butter, sandwich.