(Music from Doreen Carwithen’s ‘Suffolk Suite’. Shingle Street near Orford)<\/p>\n
Always moving, turning with the tide
\na place to breathe salt air
\nand a place to hide.
\nLike the desert grains of sand
\npebbles glisten, washed and
\nlaid upon the strand.
\nA million colours greet your eye
\nall polished by the sea
\nand left to dry.
\nWalking, crackling, we are caught
\nin a surf sound spell of
\ntumbling thought.
\nNowhere quite like this I find
\nwhere stones and sea can
\nclear my mind.
\nViews abound without a limit
\nstretching thought and purifying my spirit.
\nAware always of the ocean
\nbuilding this beach in
\nconstant motion.
\nTime like the daily tide
\nadvancing to wash away all
\nfoolish pride.
\nWe humans, in nature’s power,
\nbecome her witnesses in this hour.
\nA stone, at my feet, catches my eye
\npure white, like a cloud
\nup in the sky.
\nSo delicate, its oval polish,
\nmachine ground, would
\nus all astonish.
\nIt does not need my glance
\nto speak its beauty, it is
\nnot by chance.
\nBut, repeated across the beach
\nnature’s profligate action is
\nbeyond my reach.
\nYet, I am given new grace
\nto see nature’s treasures
\nin this place.
\nUnited in a sea-spray song
\nI to the beach and
\nwind belong.<\/p>\n