When the beach
is out of reach,
it makes you yearn the shore
all the more.
.
The seasalt air
blowing through you hair,
and softsand sweet
caressing feet.
.
Tides may come and go,
as much as you
who to and fro;
paddle in the shallow end,
a beach it is a hallowed friend.
.
Come rain or shine,
the walk is fine,
and much there is to sea.
Graeme Sandford 