On Ferring beach

by Jem Croucher


Radiant, the sun beneath a
yellow-tinted sky
Reflecting true the winter sun
As seagulls flitted by

The hunger of the waves roared loud
Insatiate are they
Their commandeering presence felt
In this wide-sweeping bay

And fragile on the shore stood we
Just marvelling at the sight
Awesome in its truest sense
The sea, with all its might



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