On a Northumbrian Beach (Walk No. 4)

 

Along the beach the seals lay lost,

And screaming terns are chasing foam.

Kids scan the sands for glinting gold,

A garnet carved, or inlaid bronze.

 

I watch the skies for signs of change,

For winds to switch from west to east,

And air to fill the marram grass

With falls of redstarts, warblers, shrikes.

 

But still the westerlies keep strong,

And all the sands can offer up

Are crystals ground from broken glass,

And gannets choked on fishing nets.

 

And whispered tales of monks who slept

On eider’s nests and faith alone.

 

 

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