by Jem Croucher


watched a winter sunset
From the beach on the long mile
Marvelling at its wonder
I stayed there for quite a while

The wide expanse of sea-washed sand
Glistened in the glare
And once again I breathed a prayer
Of thanks for living there

But then as tide began to turn
The cold winds gathered strength
So I put a best foot forward
And walked back along its length

But I will return again this way
For I can never tire of this
The beach, the sea, the sand, the surf
My idyllic seascape bliss

“The Long Mile” by Jempics

The ‘long mile’ is the colloquialism for a stretch of beach between a trapped tidal lake called ‘Widewater’ and Shoreham Beach in West Sussex, UK. At low tide, a wide expanse of sand borders the pebble beaches affording spectacular sunset views, as you can see from the photo above.

10 Comments to “Bliss”

  1. Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

  2. Truly a spectacular sunset and I’m not surprised you never tire of this wonderful seascape. Beautiful poem. Cheers from Irina in warm Sydney!

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