SHELTERED BAY
I found a sheltered bay by the rocks along the shore,
Hidden just a little from the seas loud mighty roar,
There was a stony path down to a sandy beach,
Where at the low tide it was quite easy to reach.
There I searched for shells, little gifts to make,
Along with stones to paint, then to market I’d take,
I dreamed of buying a home far away from the sea,
But deep down inside, by the sea I wanted to be.
Just living in a small cottage always hearing the sea,
As if the salt ran through my veins, part of it in me,
Cold and angry in the winter, a dark and sullen face,
Then in summer often she has a smile full of grace.
In fall and spring higher tides may come our way,
Then the sandy shore and shell under the sea stay,
As I walk along the cliff on that changing sea gaze,
Sometimes I see forever, other times there is a haze.
I wonder, is it worth it to be so close to the mighty sea,
Of it’s noise and mood changes never ever being free?
Then late spring once again brings new shells to find
And thoughts of cold wind and wild waves are left behind.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 12, 2003