The Cliffs
High tide brings death to those trapped on the rocky beach
The steep and sharp cliff harbors beauty and certain destruction,
A history of demise for ship and soul has been told through the legends
Of folk lore, it is said that the waves lull a man into hypnotic serenity.
Peace and safety sweep over a mind and then the cliffs have their game.
The lonesome call of the dolphin and shore birds beckon me...
Return to the cliffs, find your true passion of life; you are safe here.
Come you weary, find your rest and contentment...
The waves spray a fine sea mist into the air, the air seems cleaner and fresher
than any other place on earth. Sea creatures roam freely, across the sand unafraid of
my human prescence in their domain. Waiting for the chance of a decomposing meal
offered by the cliffs violent beating on my person. The cliff is the mother of the
shoreline, protecting her creatures and providing the meals.
The brave play games, tempting the cliffs with their very lives. I will walk away
today, choosing to respect the cliffs power and the legends lore.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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