Oh to sit by the sea ! Through the sweet scent of bracken and the wild flowers
To sit atop a cliff to while away some dreamy, warm, summer hours
By the coast path, looking down far on the foaming, heaving, churning waves below
Crashing and splashing up the rocky barnacled gullies, of a surging emerald green show
With sunlight speckling the froth, and glancing aloft at the graceful gulls, the exquisite masters of their craft
Their static wings outstretched, fly majestically , slowly contouring, eyeing the scene as they balance on the updrafts
On a sky flicked by natures brush, of dappled, splodgy mackerel clouds, framed in azure blue
Soft, wispy mares tails up on high. A sign for the wise, skilled sailors to reef the sails. A secret the gulls always knew
A dream-state and haze, hearing the pounding lull of the far off waves. The afternoon gradually wears on
Stretching back in the swaying grass, the meadow larks and swallows bless the headland with their soothing song
Smiling I wake and know I must leave, sated and enriched by this heavy meal of natures tonic, deeply filling my soul and mind
Down the path, over the old rickety stile. The long journey home, heady with the taste of the finest of fine wines.