Alma lost her spoon
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I don't normally write poetry(so this is probably rubbish), however, this mornings walk along the beach with Flay we ventured to a part of the beach we don't often make it to & I was inspired to write....I'd like to think it might give someone a little pleasure to read-I certainly enjoyed the way it came into my mind today....
Moment
Through a maze of ancient broken boulders we walk
Meandering remnants of aged rock
The sand at our feet
Time's fine powder
Brine filled air
Tasting seasalts delivered on a light breeze
We clambered o'er treacherous weedclad terrain
A mass of sliding brown & green
Hidden depths & angles
The winds also bring the lap of the tide-gentle today
The song of a multitude of birds
& the calling to & fro of the seals
basking in the last of any warmth this year has left to give
Moment
Through a maze of ancient broken boulders we walk
Meandering remnants of aged rock
The sand at our feet
Time's fine powder
Brine filled air
Tasting seasalts delivered on a light breeze
We clambered o'er treacherous weedclad terrain
A mass of sliding brown & green
Hidden depths & angles
The winds also bring the lap of the tide-gentle today
The song of a multitude of birds
& the calling to & fro of the seals
basking in the last of any warmth this year has left to give
