WALKING ALONG THE SEA SURE (with thanks to Clare)
On quiet days I walk along the sea sureTide on the turn - leaving all kind of finds
Washed up on the beech by the sea
Sea shells - their fore lifes that inhabit them
Etan by gulls or other sea over flying the sea
Looking for tasty morsels - the sea provides
A leaded fishing weight - with out it's hook attached
A fishing man unhappy at loosing the the weight
Maybe a fish now had the hook in to it's gill
Or maybe a greedy gull regretting it had been greedy
Coursing it's opportunist gull's mind - sadly awaits it's fate
Walk on - looking down on to sea washed sands
Wondering what more has arrived in by the tide
A stone or maybe a rock - catches my eye
I pick it up , washed smooth by the sea many many times
Orange looking - on a closer look - I see what is maybe
Seams of other stones with in the stone or is a rock?
The stone or is a rock - proberly as old as the earth it self
Has a history of the earth - fits snugly in my hand
Oh what fascinating history - story - a geologist could tell from
Just looking at the part - piece of rock or is it stone?
Walking a long the sea sure - prospecting - I carry on looking
You just dont know just what I will find as I walk a long the sea sure
To walk a long the sea sure - is safer than walking the under cliff
You see due to globule worming - the chalk cliffs tend to crack
Sending thousands of tons chalky cliff below
In years to come - my home town will be Britain's Atlantis!
Not that many locally give a monkeys or cares
When it is to late - then they will bleat - when the sea reclaims their homes -
Built on chalk!
I turn - ready to trudge my way home
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 551 times
Written on 2015-06-10 at 00:26
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Lawrence Beck |
Jamsbo Rockda |