Hear the rush, shhhh, ahhhh,
The ocean's coming fast.
Hear the seaguls squark, croak,
Lingering on the foamy shore.
Feel the sand between your toes,
Feel the frostbite on your nose.
Oh the ocean calm and free,
May I be at one with thee.
Hear the foghorns blow, hoot,
Fishing, rigging out at sea.
Hear the bristles of the reeds,
Rustling in the morning air.
Feel the pebbles, skim a couple,
See the lighthouse, blinking homeward.
Life does eb and flow for me,
As I lie beside the sea.
Hear the rumble of the clouds,
Fee thy thumming in the sky.
Watch the waves rise up so high,
Crashing harsh upon the sand.
See the moonlit ocean shore,
See the oystercatcher dance.
My soul is boundless, like the sea
May I be at one with thee.
Categories:
oystercatcher, beautiful, creation, imagery, ocean,
Form: Free verse
I love to march along the Icknield way:
Bretton Heath, Brickklin Covert and Caistor;
Fring Cross, Sedgeford and Swaffham still hold sway.
The sea sings with Terns and Oystercatcher
As we descend to the cold distant shore.
The air is perfumed with sea lavender
And Norfolk’s rich and abundant secret store:
Shrubby sea-blite, sea aster and rock rose.
Rome, come and unleash my manly desire!
Now take away my Icini motherhood
And bring destruction through blood and fire.
Look upon the Torc, a twisted beauty,
Tortured out of gold, silver and art;
And with unbridled terror, our land depart.
Categories:
oystercatcher, history,
Form: Sonnet