Warm Sand At The Edge Of The Land


I’m swimming in the sea
When a seal pops up in front of me
I squeal
A moment
Caught in thought—
This can’t be bought!
Is this for real?
To see a seal
So close at hand
By warm sand at the edge of the land

So near
Rippling wet
The seal comes closer yet
I can swim to him
He’s in my reach
A breath away
Close to the beach

His head and neck turn round
Surveying the sandy ground
Bright eyes gleaning clean
The wild green wood behind the scene
Summer heat and gentle breeze
Shimmering green in the trees

His head bobs near
By me
To ask
When will the coast be clear
So he can bask

For descent of dusk
And a turn in the tide
Waiting for humans to go and hide

Then he dives

He can wait
Until it’s late
When the beach is free
Of you and me.
So he can land upon warm sand
At the edge of the sea

Lesley Scoble
Warm Sand At The Edge Of Of The Land


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