Pickcharesk - Poem by Dan Brown
As I stand on the dune staring out at the sea,
Staring at the boats out fishing for tea,
I feel peaceful at last; calm and free.
The rumbling waves echo in my ears,
They submerge my thoughts and drown my fears,
God blesses this moment with heavy tears.
A different world hides beneath me in the sands,
Winds whistle around me and chill my hands,
Bore quickly and leave for different lands.
Seabirds soar above in the sky,
Away from the world and its problems they fly,
They leave with the wind but squawk goodbye.
A distant dog’s barking doesn’t seem to cease,
Indicating I’m not alone in this moment of peace,
So I turn to leave and zip up my fleece.
I can’t resist looking back,
Over my shoulder but see the black
cloud approaching and hear it crack.
Good time to leave, I’ve had reflection,
In this world of little or no protection
from Nature’s elements but from human’s rejection,
I have for this place, a lot of affection.
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