I See No Ships Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Enjoying my day at the coast again
Resting on the soft golden sand
Seeing young lovers passing by,
As they stroll along, hand in hand.

High overhead, three grey herons fly
Settling on the northern rocks...
Not one ship do I see, although I hear
A shrill call of a guillemot.

The ocean is very peaceful today
But 'planes are making a droning cry.
We live in an ever-changing world
Where the sea gives way to the sky.

We can call it sad and call it strange
We can call it what we will...
But 'I see no ships' as in olden times
The horizon seems wider and wider still.