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The Beach

On a grey blustery day
Walking along the pebbly shore
The wind picking up grains of sand
Pummelling them into your face
The tiny grains sharply stinging

Stones dark grey from the rain
And slippery with brown, slimy seaweed
Lie gleaming in the gloom
Waves crashing on the shore
Are deafening in their ferocity
Churning, an angry mass of swirling
Foamy white water battering the sand
Leaving debris behind as it recedes
Then comes rushing in again and again

Rock pools full of creatures
Crabs scurrying to hide
Fish darting around and around
Trying to find their way back out to sea
Beautiful coloured seaweed hide starfish
Limpets clinging to darkened rocks
Like stars in the midnight sky

Colonies of Seagulls squawking,
making such a raucous noise
Flapping around inches from the
bubbling mass of waves
then without warning swooping down
Into the water, disappearing from sight
Only to soar back up with tails of fish
Dangling from their tightly shut beaks

Dark clouds gather far out to sea
Coming closer, wind and rain mix
Together bringing another sharp shower
The gulls still wheeling overhead
Getting louder with their wailing cries
Waves seem to get angrier and
Churn harder , getting higher

It starts to rain then gets heavier
Daylight fades ,the sun is setting
It's time to go home











MidlandAngel
Written by MidlandAngel (L Conway)
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©L Conway 2020
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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