
At the ebb of a tide I'll slink to the shore and though nought to hide I'll be back for more for this is my movement and what I am for as I am the shifting sea
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I stood in the wind and bent to its force and the seagulls gathered there of course searching for food right here at the source by this magical place here, the sea Worthing Pier reached out through the waves in this inclement weather the fool only braves but this wonderful vista my soul always craves by this magical place here, the sea
Lurking fog and drizzle falling the sea a greyish green Waves like monstrous ogres rising tossed by winds unseen Alone on dampened shingle taste of salt upon my lips Braced to ocean’s vigour gazing out to windward ships I am the only audience for this winter serenade A symphony composed for one perfect and uniquely made
Lightest of breeze, Sea in the air Sounds of children playing down there Green on the shingle, Cabbage White Occasional bird in lazy flight Blue of the sky, blue of the sea White wispy clouds, soft buzzing bee Shimmering distantly Worthing pier Sometimes hazy, sometimes clear Moored on horizon, fishing boats Whilst nearer in shore swimmers float Out to the east is Brighton’s sprawl High in the air a seagull’s call Perfect now the weather’s fine Lancing Beach in summertime
I watched the sea, it did me proud I smiled at it and laughed out loud The waves they roared, I roared right back As I wasn’t having any of that Alone on the stone with sun and spray On a fine and perfect Springtime day On the shoreline with the crashing sounds That filled the air and shook the ground I shouted loud, could not be heard Save by a high fly seagull bird Green and blue the waters came Crashed and turned and crashed again Alone I stood and marvelled still At those impressive seascape hills
Brighton pier was glowing blue as the waves fell to the shore as we all six up on the prom watched it and asked for more And that we got in spades as we always do right here in Brighton on the Sussex coast beside its famous pier Even precipitation didn't much get in the way as the beauty was so evident at the evening of this day
Took myself for a walk around and about my gait having purpose as it's nice to get out Down to the beach the broad walk for me breathing in deep salt air from the sea
Of an evening spent down by the sea with waves lapping there quietly I’ll let the silence encapsulate me At the end of a wonderful day Of an evening with the sky painted pink as my toes in the sand slowly sink I have time to ponder and think At the end of a wonderful day
Sunshine returned, it's cooler now but the beach beckoned silent to me and I heard its voice and quickened to that with a wander down to the sea Catching again the glimmer out there as the sun on the water it shone reminded me that these moments in time need capturing lest they are gone
I watched the sea, it did me proud I smiled at it and laughed out loud The waves they roared, I roared right back As I wasn’t having any of that Alone on the stone with sun and spray On a fine and perfect Autumn day On the shoreline with the crashing sounds That filled the air and shook the ground
With 'Dog Days' just beginning July the first is here for long hot days of summer the ones I most revere A child of summer born and bred these are the days for me getting browner in the sunshine on the beach beside the sea
I found it on the high tide line after a night of fire the Grand Old Lady of the sea destroyed by spite and ire Yet carried on an ebbing tide along the coast to me a memory of those boards I trod now rescued from the sea So though her grandeur is no more complete her fall from grace Brighton's West Pier always will in history have her place
Looking out 'cross windswept beaches though this one's far from home a familiar feeling warms me from all the views I've known For here I'm in my element close to the sea, my heart a synergy that's part of me and has been from the start
A horse wandered slow on the golden foreshore as the sun diamonds shone on the sea and high on the shingle the wolf wagged his tail with my two daughters and me Eastward we wandered this vista beside our fortune and privilege known a walk on the beach in winter sunshine here in Sussex this place that is home
Gold on water evening time on the beach into sublime Westward walking all this mine In Sussex by the sea Sea air salty winter clime far out there horizon line evening shadows intertwine In Sussex by the sea All these wonders help define the sea in me this storyline of beaches with the weather fine In Sussex by the sea
Caught a sunset to die for on the beach in the gold just there in time in the afternoon cold and down on the shoreline where the waves meet the sand just down from the shingle took in this view grand And breathing in deep the fresh salty air I knew perfect the privilege I had to be there For this was a moment to seize for the day and know a contentment in every way
Found myself walking along the Broadwalk heading into the mist the sunshine was there above me somewhere as the sky and the shingle there kissed Ethereal silence descended as I strode eastward along on my walk giving passers by room as they grew from the gloom with whispers there as they talked and it was cathartic and pleasant for me with barely a ripple of breeze winter cold still but healing the ill as I wandered close there to the sea
Bleak this green into the grey a salt-laced winter wind from a prevailing westerly full in the face that grinned and shivering at the whitened shore to far horizon seen the figure hunched to winter cold knows full where he has been