In iambic tetrameter, surprise surprise, Ben (Pickard to alleviate confusion) illustrates a beautiful shoreline with a mountainous backdrop. Right from the start I was hit with unease at the idea of crunching seashells underfoot, and knew something must have happened at this beach. The personification of the ripples freezing someone in place while they are assaulted by ghosts of their past was a particularly devious imagery. Then to add to that... the mountains are pressing in and the clouds are heavy, with sadness yes, but also with guilt as the reader later finds out. I was quite literally moved to tears at the last stanza, with the image of a child lost and a heartbroken father. This poem is well, and technically, written; rhymed beautifully throughout, and tells a heartgripping story.