Sea Watching and Being Me

by Jem Croucher

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Sat in the sun and looked at the sea
with the waves rolling in on the shore
Counted to seven and watched as it broke
before receding out there for some more

Watched the surf on the shingle, the spray on the wind
carried with salt in the air
Heard the cry of the gulls on the wing up above
the familiar sound of them there

Spent a few moments in my favourite place
on the beach with my good friend, the sea
Breathed deep of its fragrance, felt refreshed once again
in the place I can truly be me

Photo – Jempics

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