SEASCAPE
Soft sand and rocks frame its beauty,
Coarse grasses and dunes rising high,
The moon turns the wavelets to silver
As she glides on her way through the sky.
The mountains rise up from the seashore
‘bove lochs where the pirates can hide
And caves add mysterious wonder
As dark water rushes inside.
The arctic ice grumbles and thunders,
Huge bergs break off and drift free
As seascapes change shape by the minute
Wherever they happen to be.
Now some islands show just a shoreline,
All sandy and windswept and bare,
While others show mangroves and marshes,
And wildlife all hiding in there.
Ice cold where penguins and seals play,
Antarctica stays blinding white.
The shores in the cold Arctic Circle
Are darkened by six months of night.
World seascapes are endlessly varied
With sand, trees and beaches galore.
And storms beat the waves to a frenzy
To carve out new shapes in the shores.
Though seascapes can change with the seasons
And shapes often change with the tides
This country of long golden beaches
Is a source of great national pride.
No place in the world has its equal
Of coastlines and beaches sublime.
The land and the sky are the framework
For a seascape that’s older than time.