The wind blows from the sea <br />In gusts along the beach <br />Whirlwinds of sand fly <br />High in the air on the breeze. <br /> <br />Striking like grit getting into <br />Eyes. Tourists, holiday <br />Makers holding fast their hats. <br />Walking along the beach and <br />Promenade. <br /> <br />Getting deep into sandwiches <br />Gusting everywhere high in the <br />Air.Blowing onto the pavement <br />And road in deep drifting piles. <br /> <br />Slowly the beach moves. <br />Slowly change takes place. <br />When the wind does stop the <br />Beach is everywhere.<br /><br />David Wood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shifting-sands-8/
