The long walk where I’ve been before,
Along the river close to the shore.
A grassy verge soft underfoot.
Watching where my feet I put.
On boards you see information pinned,
As flowers and grasses bend in the wind.
Breathe in deeply and take in the smell,
As the tide turns and the waves start to swell.
The birds return once more to feed,
On beaches littered with seaweed.
A sandwich or picnic impromptu lunch,
Pebbles, sand or the seashells crunch.
When the wind goes right through you,
Stopping a moment to take in the view.
Boats out at sea, sounding their horn,
On a foggy day or a winter morn.
I stand right there just a windswept lass,
Just watching and waiting for time to pass.
Before heading straight on along the track,
With the wind in my hair and the sun on my back.
byindiablue 