InheritanceA Poem by Chris Shaw
This beach at Maidencombe is reached
by countless steps of well-worn stone, which open to a camber cove of sand and shingle. On my own I sit and contemplate the cliffs; their curves embrace the open sea. The sandstone, richly rugged-red is topped by many a wind-blown tree. And clinging to the craggy slopes are patchwork flora, clumps of green. From overhead the swooping gulls disturb the silence. In this scene salt water laps and agitates the sea-weed caught in tidal flow, while crested white, the crystal waves fill thirsty rock pools feet below. A hue of blues that span the sky create a post-card, summer bright. No hint of grey unwelcome cloud to break the vista. Thoughts take flight to bygone days, two hundred years when others came across this bay. The panorama stays unspoiled and still can thrill the heart today.
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Added on May 9, 2018Last Updated on May 11, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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