The 9 Metre Wave

Have you seen the landslide
Trees sticking out the sea
Biggest one I ever seen
It’s even on TV

Too many tons to quantify
There’s fossils everywhere
The water’s dirty murky brown
Drones whizz past through the air

Pixels, Pac a Macs, power tools
Coaches block the lanes
A tide of tourists flood on down
The car park counts the gains

For a couple of weeks we dreamed of a summer
With a brand new secret beach
Hidden past the bobbing trees
One only few could reach

But before the end of the story
We best go back to 1968
It’s a wild night in Portland
Dark and cold and late

Storms batter at the beaches
Then stillness for just a second
A wave so big the moon is lost
Such carnage never reckoned

65 were lost that night
The streets became the shore
The flooded homes and ruined lives
Shipwrecked forever more

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Well back to the present
Another wild night
Another wave is swelling
Growing in its might

Roaring to Seatown
Drowning the bay
It swallows it all
And at dawn that day

This beautiful power
Has shown its face
The biggest landslide I ever saw
It’s gone without a trace