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This poem was inspired by a visit to Sutton on Sea in Lincolnshire on a windy October day this year.
22nd October 2016, Sutton on Sea
We travel ways trodden beneath Roman feet
towards a place of open and flat expanses
where Danish settlements of old still linger on
under skies as vast and wide as the heavens
as the year casts its lengthening shadows
across this canvas of old unchanged stillness
where in the silence, the distant horizon melts
in the autumnal haze which embraces the land
We stand as if looking out onto the world’s edge
the land finally surrendering itself to the sea
and where from far off wintry fields in the east
an endless wind continues on its relentless journey
gathering up waves into white crested peaks
and bringing them crashing down before our feet
so at last we turn away, leaving upon these sands
just footprints among the strewn out seashells
We walk beside this long silent row, beach huts
which though recently alive and reverberating
with the sounds and laughter of summertime
now stand alone in their winter’s sleep where
memories of times past drift by on the winds
and just as the wind raises up a kite into the air
so it lifts our spirits again until they soar high
carried happily along on the wind chasing clouds