The Beach in the Bay

Dark aqua waters,

Turning grey,

Blue,

Black.

Colours always changing,

Waves crash onto the cliffs.

Sea-spray in my hair,

Sand washed out to sea,

Returning with the tide.

Seagulls fight for chips,

Left there by careless tourists.

Crabs beneath the stones,

A bay full of creatures.

Some big,

Some small.

Seaweed fills the drifting sand.

Shire Hall Beach,

Rocky and worn,

But full of life and fun.

My memories made there.