I walked for hours along the shore
On a gloriously sunny day,
From Rockanore to the pier and back
And twice around the town.
Fishermen on the end of the pier
Nodded a cheery salute,
Permitted my presence to watch their skill
With rod and line and bait.
I sat a while and watched them work,
Drinking in the sun,
Glimpsing the waves beneath my feet
Enjoying this winter seaside treat.
The sun broke down in a watery hazy
As it slowly sank to the sea
And I thanked the Lord for this sunny day
And the sea-shore healing scene.
copyright wordz2go January 2017
Hastings, Sussex, UK