With the sand dancing and swirling
The wind playing the tune
The crash of the waves
And seagals flying low
over the dune
Here in Somerset
In Berrow, down by the sea,
The sun sparkles on the water
When the sea is free
There is the skeleton of a ship
That lie's stuck in the sands
From one stormy night
Of long ago SS Nornen
Over one hundred and twenty years
it has lay there in the mud
Showing its bones to all
Just a reminder of the might
Of the sea, telling the people
Beware of me.
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An exceptionally well-composed portrait of this beach. The imagery and rhyme are exquisite. Keep writing. Give us more like this.