Pilings stand for 100 years
Battered by waves in eternal fears
Made for fishing and sunset walks
Watch the seagulls fly and squawk
Walk out into the sea
With dry feet so cozily
When a storm blows its way ashore
The power of the sea can be ensured
How many people have walked these steps before?
Enjoying the weather and the sunshine more
Will these people and indeed myself walk still
With our time stamped as their only deal.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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