The gulls screech and scream
Swooping
above the cliff top
On
the waves below white horses ride
As
the tide surge is broken to a stop
Fishing
boats appear to dance
Driven
by the weather to the south
They
make slow progress in the swell
As
they bob towards the harbour mouth
As
the weather quickly closes in
The
gulls desert the cliff top
Making
their way inland to safety
Waiting
patiently for the storm to stop
No comments:
Post a Comment