Rock forms reigning in the sea
Cast semiprecious imprints
As beach stones bathe and gleam.
Feldspar glitter glows gently
Over mica crystalline
As rock forms reign in the sea.
Pebbles play in the sea
Leave sand-filled footprints
As beach stones bathe and gleam.
Stones and bones wade free
Dancing cold-skinned past
Rock forms reigning in the sea.
Brownstone bodies lie in sleep
Then dawn swims in
As beach stones bathe and gleam.
Beach stones bathe and gleam
While day-star rays shine on
Rock forms reigning in the sea.
If you were to ask me the place I like the most
it would be Porth Joke Beach on the Cornish coast.
Where walking down to the beach on the path so steep
red poppies and corn marigolds dance at your feet.
Then as you reach the gate at the bottom of the field
a wonderful view of the rocky coastline is revealed.
The sound of corn buntings can be heard all around
and buzzards searching for prey hover above the ground.
While high on the rocks oyster catchers survey the scene
and on the beach you can see where sandworms have been.
Children fish in the rock pools left by the ebbing tide
and run around in the caves, where they love to hide.
Climbing up from the beach after an hour or two
there’s a bench to rest on and take in the view.
Over Cubert Common and back down to the sea
on a summer’s day, it’s where I like to be.
And in the evening, from the place where I stay
you might even catch the sun setting over the bay.
On blue-black beach the waves abate
and toss about the chips of slate
to wear the ragged edges round
ensuring skipping stones abound.
The swirling mist, the diamond drops
race up the beach with frequent stops
to put a shine on stoic stone
and soak this hiker to the bone.
There are those who rue a day
of mist on Resurrection Bay
when Sol, he is a shaded lamp
and all is quiet, subtle, damp.
But rain that makes the trail so slick
will leave the mosses mattress thick,
help the spruce grow stong and tall,
give substance to the waterfall.
The dancing mist has no regard
for angry rock, sharp and hard,
and in a soft and cool embrace
will smooth a wrinkle from a face.
This foggy day confirms belief
all need not be in sharp relief!
why the hurry? Find a way
appreciate this gentle day.
the beach is always calling me
no matter where I go
it is a place of
solace where I can
rest my soul
i could stay for hours and hours
just watching the tide come in
the beach is always
calling me come
sit with me my friend