By
the sea
By
Freya Anastasia Hatfield
The
sea is big.
The
waves are crashing.
The
sand is golden.
The
breeze is icy.
The
beach is my haven,
my
mind is peaceful,
I am
calm,
there
is serenity.
Seagulls
swoop
and
call,
they
disturb the silence,
flying
out over the sea
they
hover
then
dive,
returning
with empty beaks
they
keep going
until
at last, they have their feed,
a
little fish,
it
isn't big,
but
enough for the little gull.
The
beach is my haven,
my
mind is peaceful,
I am
calm
there
is serenity.
I
watch as children play,
families
laugh,
friends
chat,
strangers
give knowing glances.
The
beach brings us together.
It
changes daily,
no
beach staying the same,
the
sand patterns,
wave
patterns,
even
the shells change with the seasons.
One
thing stays the same,
the
feeling of being home,
when
toes touch the gritty sand,
when
the sea gently splashes ashore.
The
beach is my haven,
my
mind is peaceful,
I am
calm,
there
is serenity.
Silence,
the
beach accepts me,
I am
home.
This
beach has memories
of
darker days,
it
once held a present
that
it never forgets,
it
once had an army of young men,
some
it lost,
others
it saved.
It
occasionally will wash something up from its past,
but
now
it is
peaceful,
now
it is
a haven,
now
it is
my home,
it is
safe.
It
washes away our footprints
so
new ones can be made,
making
space for new memories.
The
beach is my haven,
my
mind is peaceful,
I am
calm,
this
is serenity.
