Oh to sit by the sea!

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.