Sea

It is grey, a dirty colour,
The salt hits your nose
Hard, the wind whips your
Face turning it bright red.

The waves as they crash
Against the pebbles
Is deafening, it is a roar
That drowns all else out.
The tall rollers take away
The beach and leave
It somewhere else.

The big horses with white
Manes continue to gallop
To the shore, let us just pray
That they do not reach it.
If they do then choas
Will ensue.

Don’t you just love the sea?

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