Varied Seascapes, changing light,
Colours shifting, creating moods.
As day passes from day to night,
Changing seasons and different weathers.
Mud glistening in the evening light
Sparkling like a brown jewel.
We search for the sea – way out of sight,
Wondering will it ever return?
Still water mirroring a cloudless sky,
Languid days of leisure in the sun.
Reveries of childhood - of days gone by
Sand castles and ice cream cones.
Fog spreads its chill dank tentacles
Over the Estuary, muffling all sounds
Save the sorrowful squawk of seagulls,
And the ghostly foghorns of ships unseen.
Gale-lashed waves breaking on the shore,
Splintered beach huts launched to sea
Amid disgorged summer relics galore,
All sailing away on the storm-driven tide.
Myriad pebbles on the shingle shore,
All so different, yet all the same,
Some round, some flat - shapes galore,
Some white, some coloured, so many hues.
All washed by the tides and rubbed together,
Edges smoothed by contact with other stones,
And the effects of the tides and weather.
Each stone insignificant, yet all important.
All of us are living stones,
All so different, yet all the same,
Varied shapes, sizes and tones,
Some white, some coloured, so many hues.
All tossed about by friction and strife.
Yet each of us loved by our creator,
Some achieve fame by their way of life,
But most quietly serve their allotted span.
Till we reach that fatal moment,
when we are cast adrift forever,
Into that vast unfathomable ocean,
To land on another far-distant shore.
