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Jan 2022
Looking out of my boat house at the wonder of the sea
The words of how to describe it, just evades me

The words rush in and then out like the tide
Happy children laughing and playing all along the seaside

Blue boats just bobbing as they have little choice
Alert lifeguards, start shouting with that big warning voice

In the rocks by the corner just around the bay
I hear seals cry for their young who are indulging at play

Sea birds take flight and glide with such ease
Then dive for the sandwich of brown bread and cheese

So, back to my wonder of describing the sea
Indulge me a little longer I’ll get it you’ll see

I’ll take a walk in the sand and maybe collect a few shells
Watch the buoys on the horizon ringing their bells

Kick off my shoes and maybe my socks
Paddle in the pools among the ***** and the rocks

Then, I hear a voice calling “it’s gone five, time for tea”
I’ll have to come back tomorrow, promise, and describe what I see
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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