Ledge Poem by Paul Reed

This narrow ledge
Not some comfortable hedge
Swept by winds and seas
(No shelter from trees)
Is my lovely home;

The seeds that were cast
Survived the chill blast
And I chose to grow here
Without favour or fear
Over this swirly foam;

This life I endure
Where nothing is sure
Does have some pluses
No trains or buses
This particular route use;

And despite the exposure
I do get some closure
When I look to the horizon
And clap my eyes on
These terrific views.