Comments about Aidan Horse
A Walk On The Beach
The crunch of rocks under your feet sounds alongside
The crashing thunder of the tide
Come to large rocks aged with jags
That hide inlets with sprays and lags
Dare to reach the deep dark gorge
That aches and urges to be explored
The wind and waves blow and throw the sand
Gently swirling inland with a playful dance,
The shining sun or the smiling
Stars are not lost on further enchanting the romance.
Dip or dodge, the chide of the ebb and flow of the relentless tide
Run up, or down, in, or away.
The shimmering sea roars with laughter waiting for you to ...