The Coastline The salty spray Crashing to the shore Takes my breath away I want to see more. The coastline curves Around the glorious bay The beach huts serve The finest cafe au lait. Crunching pebbles underfoot Sand in-between my toes Forgetting the time it’s took But then nobody knows. Knows my whereabouts Where I have been Cannot hear my shouts Or hear me scream I’m joined by a lone gull I offer him to share my lunch In two seconds flat our space was full Of hungry beaks eager to munch. I enjoyed their company Although I couldn’t hear myself think There was that many Birds fighting to eat and drink. They eventually flew They had other plans I could see They had found someone new And had finished with me. I cared not a jot now and explored The ragged coastline to the new town. Rusty red boats were moored Next to new ones clad in brown. Ropes twisted, knotted and tied Holding fast against the afternoon swell The time suggests the incoming tide My walk was over by order of the ship's bell.