A WALK REMEMBERED
I took
the clifftop walk that day,
high above the beach,
walking slowly,
carefully,
leaning
against the force
of a storm
howling in from the ocean.
high above the beach,
walking slowly,
carefully,
leaning
against the force
of a storm
howling in from the ocean.
Standing
behind a rock,
looking out to sea,
I saw them,
gliding,
climbing,
swooping,
using the force
of the wind,
seagulls riding a tempest.
looking out to sea,
I saw them,
gliding,
climbing,
swooping,
using the force
of the wind,
seagulls riding a tempest.
Later,
down in a cove,
sheltered from the gale,
I trudged
through sand,
collecting
pebbles and shells,
stepping around rocks
of ancient
ripples engraved in stone.
down in a cove,
sheltered from the gale,
I trudged
through sand,
collecting
pebbles and shells,
stepping around rocks
of ancient
ripples engraved in stone.
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