Waves tumbled over the rocks

 Seagulls floated high above in flocks

The smell of washed up seaweed in the air

 The wind re-arranging my hair

In the air there was a slight chill

Which gave life a tingling thrill

I also had that feeling of being free of care

As I walked along the shoreline

Paying no heed of the time

Lost deep in these thoughts of mine

From time to time I picked up smooth pebbles

Washed with time

Wondering where they had first began,

Perhaps high up on a hill side

Now to be caressed by each surging tide

Which was now lapping at my feet

From where I had to make my retreat

Which brought me back to reality

Away from my minds tranquillity

For time and tide awaits no one

I too must move on

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