A sun bleached fence facing the sea.
Sand dunes, sea grass, on windblown shore.
Seagulls hovering, wings spread wide,
calling as they’ve done times before.
A welcome break from hard routine.
A pressure gone, a restful spell.
Sitting with backs against the slats,
of this stockade, with fears to quell.
When last we surveyed the blue sea,
the tide was laundering the sands.
As up the beach we watched it race,
and touched its ripples with our hands.
Cool salty air invades weak lungs,
giving us a refreshing lift.
With tickling grains between our toes,
our relaxed minds begin to drift.
The water surging to and fro,
Gives a pleasant hypnotic sound.
Shingle, shale, rocks and cliffs that soar,
is somewhere precious that we’ve found.
© Ernestine Northover
I want to go to that place! Oh... hold on.... you just took me there. A perfect picture painted E. t x
A lovely peaceful write, refreshing and well penned, thanks 10 Lynda xxx
That all important series of moments that allow the mind to refresh and feel at ease again Wonderful writing, from a wonderful lady Thankyou Ernestine Love duncan X
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I could almost smell the freshness of the sea, taste the salt in the air, This is so well put together, , if words could be knitted then you have shown us how, , don't send me the patterns, they remain your own unique gift Love duncan X