David Wood

Rookie - 360 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Shifting Sands - Poem by David Wood

The wind blows from the sea
In gusts along the beach
Whirlwinds of sand fly
High in the air on the breeze.

Striking like grit getting into
Eyes. Tourists, holiday
Makers holding fast their hats.
Walking along the beach and
Promenade.

Getting deep into sandwiches
Gusting everywhere high in the
Air.Blowing onto the pavement
And road in deep drifting piles.

Slowly the beach moves.
Slowly change takes place.
When the wind does stop the
Beach is everywhere.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 26, 2013


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