sometimes the singing of the wind lasts for days
whips up the sea spray across the roads
flings seaweed and shells from the shore
and the gulls ride the edges with death defying skill.
sometimes the sea is so swelled no ship can sail her
and all the birds are grounded.
we live here cheek by jowl with the sea,
and the sea comes in twice everyday
to leave her flotsam and jetsom high up the beaches
stuff from all around the globe, trash mainly
but sometimes as all know,
one mans trash can be another mans treasure.