brush-stroked with white wispy clouds.
Two old men in wheelchairs stare silently at the Channel
and children, the other side of life,
laugh and paddle in the placid water
as sparkling silver waves sizzle on the shore
and high above Whitmore Bay seagulls soar.
Red and grey cliffs show
time on an unimaginable scale
as I reside outside Bay 5 Café
just observing and most contented.
Here in all the seasons of the year
I feel unshackled and completely free
admiring the beauty of the sea.