I can hear the growl of the sea
on this chilly February morning
a million miles from summer crowds.
No children make sand castles today
as I used to long ago
observing a ghost as I stare
at the magnificent vista.
There was once a village on the seashore
but nothing lasts forever
not even the rocks I reside upon
as seagulls cry and the sun
sends searchlights onto the grey ocean,
just a couple stroll by on this moody day
as I watch the beauty of Oxwich Bay.
on this chilly February morning
a million miles from summer crowds.
No children make sand castles today
as I used to long ago
observing a ghost as I stare
at the magnificent vista.
There was once a village on the seashore
but nothing lasts forever
not even the rocks I reside upon
as seagulls cry and the sun
sends searchlights onto the grey ocean,
just a couple stroll by on this moody day
as I watch the beauty of Oxwich Bay.
