
An early morning dog walk on the beach
With just a gull aloft the chill North wind.
Above the stony slope his plaintive screech
Cutting through the biting gusts in ears and mind.
Rattling pebbles rushing out to sea beneath
The silver-lipped, blue green swell of the Swale.
Seaweed left behind coiled in shimmering wreaths
In memory of last night’s thundering gale.
Scarcely shifting shape to surf the breeze,
Peering side to side in search of food,
The gull’s unruffled, glides with ease
Bright white against the brilliant blue.
This is why we live here, this is why
We hold the gift of life beneath this sky.


