It's here where the land meets the sea, <br />flat, wilderness, desolate in it's beauty. <br />Pebble-dash shingle, stretches, runs free <br />for miles and miles. <br /> <br />It is here where the land merges into sky, <br />which covers like a blanket over your head. <br />Colours ever changing, as weathers break by <br />black to blue, grey to gold. <br /> <br />It is here where the wind blusters, never still <br />seagrass, kale, shrubs, cling and defy it. <br />Tall vegetation, the wind pummels and kills <br />gusting, rippling, no ease. <br /> <br />It is here where man has tried to change Nature, <br />Shacks, pylons litter, march across shingle. <br />Nuclear power stations, grey, without feature <br />fail to spoil and just visit. <br /> <br />It is here where some fear, but others delight, <br />lonely and empty, barren and wild. <br />It inspires, it enslaves, its never ending sight <br />Clouds, openness, no ties. <br /> <br />It is here where man is an alien being, <br />Nature supreme, outlasting, outliving. <br />A place of solitude, peace, calm feeling, <br />meditate, relax and go free.<br /><br />ann rta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dungeness/
