Gordon D Wilkinson


I love the smell of the sea
All around gulls fly free
Waves rolling lazily in and more
Breaking spreading right along the shore
Seaweed uprooted after a bygone storm
Flotsam about in many a form
Floating broken and torn
Even old husks of an empty ear of corn
Bottles many a shape and size
What they contain, sometimes a surprise
A note from a distant land
Thrown there by another’s hand
Smells so fresh and clean
The smells of mankind have never been
Walking along the sandy beach by night or day
Leaving footprints only along the way
Gritty sand between my toes
The wind nipping at my clothes
Bracing myself onwards I go
What will I find next, I do not know
Sometimes at night the luminescent lights
Twinkle and glow in the waves delights
Ships in the distance passing by
Those gulls in the air they still fly
Oh what a glorious sight
Out here on the beach, both day and night

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 19, 2009

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  • Steve Blair (3/15/2009 5:50:00 PM)

    Wonderful stuff - Laurena is right - when I was caught up in the middle of this poem, I was on that beach. Lovely.

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  • Bob Gibson (2/19/2009 11:58:00 PM)

    I hear your gulls, and smell seaweed
    i feel the sand, and i feel your need!
    those crashing waves, i love the sound
    when i'm alone and outward bound

    thank you

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