Dorset Cliff Poem by Susy Evelyne
Dorset Cliff
Great slab of Wensleydale cheese
crumbling into the sea!
How old you are -
And yet, for all your crumbling, you endure.
A rock of ages.
Time has softened your edges.
Now you find yourself overgrown
With red rockets of valerian
And ropes of ivy, tumbling down
Your face. Like a beard.
You are as a wise old man
Who has seen life come and go.
Time and tides.
Storms and swells.
Species that rise and fall,
Then fossilise.
So you stand, guardian of your bay.
Looking out to sea
In silent wisdom,
While I sit at your feet.
old is wise but exception is there. Nice and good poem.
I am amazed to see how beautifully you have described the cliff! 'Time has softened your edges. Now you find yourself overgrown With red rockets of valerian And ropes of ivy, tumbling down Your face. Like a beard.' - A picture perfect description that I can well visualize. 'So you stand, guardian of your bay. Looking out to sea In silent wisdom, While I sit at your feet.' - Simply beautiful! A poets depiction for all to see.
Pretty majestic cliffs in Dorset then, I guess. 'Species that rise and fall, then fossilise' I like the flow of this.
you truly love Nature, your poems bear the reflections. this one is wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The next time I see tall crumbling cliffs in Dorset I'll think of a wise old man made of Wensleydale. I love a poem that makes me see the world in a different way.