The Sea


I woke this morning and thought

I could smell the cold blue sea

From my sleepy cotton bed

I smelled damp air enticing me


My doors were open and wide

The mountains were gone from view

And there was the sand, the beach

splashed wet and dark as seagulls flew


Winged by icy westerly wind

They rose up and cut the air

With raucous, jubilant screech

I saw them – though I was not there


I smelled the air, smelled the sea

My heart squeezed tight with longing

Oh to taste the salt, feel the damp

To hear the ocean’s thronging


Ocean's thronging

Gordon's Bay from a boat
1980: The magnificent Kogelberg mountain range on False Bay


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