Eden Rock
Charles Causley
They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden
Rock:
My father, twenty-five, in the same suit
Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack
Still two years old and trembling at his feet

My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress
Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,
Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.
Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light.

She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight
From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw
Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out
The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue.

The sky whitens as if lit by three suns
My mother shades her eyes and looks my way
Over the drifted stream. My father spins
A stone along the water. Leisurely
They beckon to me from the other bank.
I hear them call, 'See where the stream path is!
Crossing is not as hard as you might think.

I had not thought it would be like this.
Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 2015, titled "Eden Rock", by artist "Charles Causley".