shivering to the bone
teeth chattering
clambering my way up over
shell encrusted rocks
sharp insensitive
picking my way
through the pockmarks
of weathered enscarpment
carved by neptune
pausing to peruse
the bay in all its glory
feathered chandeleir waves
winding across shifting banks
leaving but a trace
of sand and salt
as i reach my perch
small caves of time
where like a shag
i air myself to dry
under the warmth
of the winter sun
while searching
the crystal clear waters
for any marine life
i gaze along the empty beach
upto the furtherest point
saturating myself
in the wonderment and beauty
of this hidden bay
kissed by the sun
dressed by nature
i am still in awe
thirty years from then......