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.