Storm On The Shore Poem by chris spurrell

The place I like to be on a stormy day
Is down on the shore with a rolling sea
The waves are so high they seem to touch the sky
And the salty spray will sting your eyes
White horses will come out to play
Dancing and prancing on top of the waves
Waves washing upon the shore taking the shingle and sand
Neptune is scooping up pebbles with his gigantic hands
Taking the land back into the sea
And throwing out the bits he don't need
The gulls are squawking and flying around
From the stormy sea to land and back again
The noise is fantastic everything's so loud
The wind is whistling the rain starts to fall
And I'm standing here in the depth of it all
The wind in my hair the rain on my face
This really is an exhilarating place
But all to soon the wind starts to drop
And the skies start to clear
And I really do wish that
You could have been here.