The anvils of millennia
Have wrought our tera firma
So let's embrace
This earthly place
Through the years, the Church has blessed
Those who live, and those who rest
There's a Kestrel, wild and free
Roosting in a hawthorn tree
And nearby, an adder lazing in the heat,
Retreated from our treading feet
Up on the moor, I saw Autumn unfold,
In colours of bronze and gold
Did you notice the waves alight
With diamonds, dazzling white?
How we laughed, paddled and splashed
As gentle waves collided and crashed
And our two little water sprites played,
Weren't they good? cartwheeling in the spray
We gathered shells along the bay
They're a nice reminder of the day
And no matter what the size,
Pretty pebbles; will always stylise
But dead still
Were the Jellyfish with their black frill
And in the blink of an eye
Father Time turned the tide
Then we.... well, we had to flee
As it was time for our tea.
©Kris Prevel
September 2014
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