Lonely Beach
Left behind by tide
Overlooked by time,
Natures dustbin.
Endless sand,
Littered bits of shells and
Yellowing weed.
Broken wood from worn out ships,
Each piece telling its lonely tale,
After Autumn's final fling,
Clawed by early storms,
Home to hungry gulls
.............................................and me.
Started Jan 1984, continued Dec 1984, finished Oct 1986
Yes I would alter a few words for style, but I still like this one as it is! It brings back surfing memories!
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