I can hear the roar of the untamed sea
as I stand on this eroding cliff top.
The cafe where I drank many a tea
has recently been demolished,
smashed into pieces by a bulldozer
and on this glorious day painted blue
mourn the loss of the cafe called Sea View.
The street is now a road to nowhere
severed by the erosion
which creeps like cancer across the land
with some houses now in the firing line,
a death sentence from the wind and sea.
Seagulls screech a lament to the cafe
as the coastline retreats...day after day.
as I stand on this eroding cliff top.
The cafe where I drank many a tea
has recently been demolished,
smashed into pieces by a bulldozer
and on this glorious day painted blue
mourn the loss of the cafe called Sea View.
The street is now a road to nowhere
severed by the erosion
which creeps like cancer across the land
with some houses now in the firing line,
a death sentence from the wind and sea.
Seagulls screech a lament to the cafe
as the coastline retreats...day after day.
