A Walk on Mersea Beach

I found myself as seldom found. I was alone,

Beneath my feet a tawny beach of sand and stone

And by my side there lay the dappled sea,

In which the sun had worked a mystery;

A thousand golden sparks in joyous dance,

And with them sails of white did flap and prance,

Man's happy answer to the sun's great toil,

White gems from man in nature's golden foil.

The heavens above were filled the sea gulls' call

With tales I did not understand at all.

And in my nose that sense which takes us back,

Was filled with tang of salt and rotting wrack.

With gentle breath upon my ageing face

I took from God an unexpected grace,

A joy He made for you and made for me.

It's nature's pure and sinless ecstasy.

Peter M. Grinham © 27^th August 2012