I Just Have To Let It Be Said

I JUST HAVE TO LET IT BE SAID Never ending steps, leading down this cliff side. Weather worn and beaten, by winds and rising tides. Twisting and turning, on down to the beach I go. Grabbing tufts of marram grass, to steady myself to below. Black legged Kittiwakes and Gannets alike, nesting in the cliffs crannies, such a rare sight. Yonder on the horizon a fishing boat does bob, setting off home; after a hard days job. Followed by Gulls awaiting on their tip bits, in its endeavour a Gull never quits. Like a cursed cloud following the boat home, in the aftermath of the boat's engine foam. I see young seal pups calling for their Mothers, in their soft silky fur of creamy white colours. The sky with its lovely palest blues, clouds with their streaks of sun yellow hues. A light breeze that only pleases, with your hair, it pleasantly teases. the sandy beach, as reached. I arrive, so alive. Boots off, the sand between my toes; this is my time, where anything goes. Now with my bare feet in the water; I feel the soft gentle ebbI know I’ll get a good night’s sleep when I get home to bedScents, sounds, and visions, as now all inside my headSo happy, as to where my walk has had me leadTime spent reminiscing of a life passedso many memories amassedAll let go with the windA new life to begin Now; it's off back up those cliff steps, I now so tiredly have to tread. sometimes; there is a gift in solitude, I just have to let it be said . . . Indiana Shaw . . . "I think, I will dedicate this one to, Darlene" . . . : ) Image by Free photos - Pixabay