Tony Hargreaves Poet Free verse

South Shore Sands

What joy I feel walking along this beach, listening to tide lip-lap, seeing sand sparkling clean, inhaling ozone air.

What joy I feel tasting the salt sea spray, watching crabs in rockpools, sensing my feet sinking, hearing the gathering gulls.

What joy I feel admiring emerald weed, hearing pebble knockle, collecting shards of shells. Wondering what lived within.

What joy I feel being brushed by balmy breeze, rejoicing the natural world
praying it will not change. 

Seeing no signs of mankind, what now joy I feel.

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Gary Radice October 15, 2020 at 10:31 AM Another great descriptive Fylde Coast poem Tony. :) I often find walking on a beach a great way of relaxing and thinking about my next poem. My wife and I were at Formby Point last week wondering as to what once lived in the shells we saw. The tide has a sound all of its own. Tony Hargreaves October 19, 2020 at 12:42 PM Hi Gary. Pleased you enjoyed this one. Yes, the beach is such joy, especially after tide just gone out and left sands fresh clean, pristine. Not been to Fylde Coast this year with these restrictions. But would love to be back there soon. Best wishes. Tony