From here you can see the slow, measured tumble of the waves <br />Rise, swell, surge toward the pebbles of the beach. <br />Born of the ebbing, flowing, restless sea, <br />Nurtured by the tireless winds, <br />Offspring of the wild Atlantic, <br />Destined to play here on this distant shore. <br />Why does the sea draw me back to this place? <br />What makes me sit here among the dunes, to watch and watch <br />Compelled, hypnotised by the rhythm of the waves? <br />Bottle-green glass valley, deep and slow, <br />Stare into the deep and wonder <br />What mystery is there. <br />What life and death lie hidden <br />What tears and laughter and joy and sorrow… <br />Ah, such a tale the sea would tell if we would only listen, <br />Such a tale – if we could only hear. <br />See now how the flood rises <br />Wind-driven white <br />Climbs the steep slope <br />Driven ever upward in its urge <br />To leave behind the valley of the shadow <br />Rides the watery wall, reaches toward the light <br />Until, fast-flying, it reaches out and dips and curls and tumbles <br />Scatters its rich-jewelled crown upon the waiting shore <br />Shouts and laughs and plays among the pebbles! <br />See how it sparkles in the sun. <br />As it runs back through the stones <br />Listen as it calls to the shore <br />A last farewell. <br />Returns <br />To the wild Atlantic swell. <br /> <br />And I shall return again and again <br />To sit and wonder at the tumbling, beguiling sea. <br /> <br /> <br />(© Les Derbyshire February 2009)<br /><br />Les Derbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-here-you-can-see-the-waves/
