By the Sea
by Richard Vince
We talk of homes by the sea
As if they are what we all want.
Images of the Sun sinking into a
Perfect western horizon as we
Stand, windswept, on the rocky shore
Are never far from the mind’s eye.
Even when I saw the lush green hills
Rising inland, the salty breeze was
Never far from my lips.
One day, I will go there when
The snows come, just to see
What I cannot imagine:
A cold, white blanket covering
The crumbling, exposed strata and
Those eternal summer hills.
Would that familiar landscape
That I remember so well be
New to me once again?
We talk of homes by the sea,
Even though home is the city
And the sea merely a dream
That we could occasionally realise.
Posted on 06/10/2012
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 06/10/12 at 11:20 PM|
Ah but you are not all that far from that great North Sea. And sometimes the minds eye more clearly sees and than that with which we look at each other. I used to love the beach at Huntington and also to go the north Sculthorpe on the 'wash'. Nice write and may you make it back to the waters edge for rebirth before long.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/10/12 at 11:42 PM|
What a dream though. Fantastic.