Scene
There was a place once
I saw
It sat upon the sea
Where sky was blue
The water too
And the building twixt was three.
It was white I think
Or grey
But took the bluish hue
The tide was out
some crowd about
A distant and mingling queue.
Out upon the strands
Bare feet
Bent backs and metal pails
Time opportune
Harvest of noon
The whelks, the cockles, the snails.
Rocks and black-brown sand
It was
That sea-bed now exposed
Man misses naught
A fish is caught
As the sleeping dogs reposed.
Ephemeral scene
It is
Reliant on nature's whim
When water turns
The liquid churns
And the building seems to swim.
I've not spent enough time watching the sea.
ReplyDeleteI love walking in the beach in the spring and fall before the sun bathers arrive. Last time we were on the beach we saw dolphins putting on a show.
ReplyDeleteHugs Cecilia
The beach is always one of my favourite places.
ReplyDeleteWe love the beach too. Sounds so wonderful
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Oreo
Hello, I love the beach and view of the sea too. Happy Monday, enjoy your new week ahead!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a splendid poem. janice xx
ReplyDeleteSplendid, my friend!
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