On a Dorset Beach

Fun - Poems

Wednesday, 30 November 2005 16:29

Birds gently glide through the unsullied sky;
Reaching to Heaven,
Soaring up high.

Yacht sails flap breezily, bobbing away,
Creasing the waters
Surrounding the bay.

Squealing opinions, the seagulls exchange
Their thoughts on the humans
That all look so strange.

A leisure boat passes, 'chug-chugging' along,
Its noise blending easily
With the shore's song.

Ices drip temptingly over small hands,
As little feet skip
Over crowded warm sands.

The heat-haze soon softens the far-distant view,
Creating a backdrop
of shimmering blue.

On just such a canvas The Artist can use
A pallet of colours,
With textures and hues.

And when the day's finished and all is quite right,
He'll pack up his tools
And go home for the night.

He'll not sleep, nor slumber, but watch till the dawn,
Then out come his brushes
And morning is born.

"I think I'll paint red on the sky this new day."
God says to the clouds,
As they come out to play.

"And maybe this morn someone else will drop by
To see all this beauty
And wonder and sigh."

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