Inquisitive sea birds swarmed the sand
All pecking at the overturned boat
Once angry waves retreated
Leaving the tormented craft in peace
Two oars lay on Petit Bot beach
Stained with the toil of bloodied hands
The battered boat had been rowed many miles
Yet the oarsman was nowhere in sight
Curious holidaymakers gathered
Taking selfies while seated on the boat
A local lad noticed the hat on the tide
Then the body rolling in the sea foam
They waded quickly into the sea
Dragging a man's rock battered body
Onto the people swelled shore
In his hand they found a pencil
In his pocket they found paper
Scrawled upon it was a girl's name
Followed by a few poetic verses
Not one could recite the poem they said
When the constable arrived
The soggy paper disintegrated
Then a sudden blast of cold air
Carried the faded verse back into a calm sea
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