This is for our next art project

[wendy]

Not Waving but Drowning
Not waving but drowning

By Stevie Smith 1902–1971
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

[annie]

Well that is different Wendy, have you decided how to tackle it ?

[maureenho]

A dark subject.