The Craggy Hills

Upon these craggy hills, I sit and in wonderment, I stare Gods beauty is reflected everywhere thundering surf crashing below It's Thomas Hardy's world we know The limestone rock formations Millions of years the transformation Under the sea, they lay until the continents collided And here they stand in awe, magnificently divided. The Jurassic coast of Dorset Lulworth Cove its corset. On ancient hills, my feet now trudge I give myself a needed nudge A little further up the hill I feel a sudden eerie chill The ghost of Thomas Hardy in our midst Least I fool you with my wist. I walk upon these craggy hills The ocean below its froth it spills How much longer, my feet are aching The suns come out and I am baking. A little further, a little more Around the corner awaits Durdle Door I punch my fist up in the air, What I see below is rare. Durdle Door the famous arch I reached it finally. I am parched. I snap the pictures in disbelief There it stands like a commander in chief The arch looks like a dinosaur The thunderous waves roar with encore My eyes hug the cliffs along the coast The Atlantic Ocean blue, the sky reflecting in its hue A ship in the distance is sailing I must make my visit brief Adele and the dogs are waiting I quench my thirst with much-needed water I should have made her come, I should have brought her. The snaps and video will have to do I loved my trip down the Jurassic coast and so will you.