Portobello Beach Poem by Angela Wybrow

I wander along the rippled sand,
Past the sunbathers – toned and tanned.

As, along the sand, I slowly roam,
All of my problems are left back at home.

I am focused upon the things I may find,
And, so, at present, I have a worry-free mind.

I see dozens of gulls waiting to be fed,
And some jellyfish, but, sadly, they’re dead.

I see bright green gut-weed and bladder wrack,
And a tiny wee crab lying dead on it’s back;

I see starlings bathing in a water outlet:
Fluttering their wings, getting soaking wet.

Curly-whirly worm casts are scattered all around,
And dark, deep holes where the worms burrowed down.

Amber, brown, black, white and grey –
Rocks and pebbles dictate where I stray.

Across the sands, seashells are scattered;
Some still perfect, some broken and battered.

More and more shells, each new day brings,
Including ones shaped like angel wings.

Come dinner time, I start making tracks,
But, one day soon, I know I’ll come back.