I look at the ocean,
Does it look back?
I see it clean the sand,
Does it see me making the footsteps?
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The beauty and the clarity of the north sea,
Separated only by gold from the city.
A loving grandfather plays chase with a grandchild,
Just as the sea place chase with the seagulls.
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A line of street lights stand guard,
Like tall green pillars,
Protecting the road by the sea,
From the dark of night.
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Lists of boats lay in clusters,
Atop the flat blue water,
Aboard them crews are just stirring,
Ready to start earning.
*
All this can be seen,
By the shores of Aberdeen.
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Such beautiful description that placed me right there in the scene. I live near the ocean, too, and this speaks right to my soul.
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Thank you. Aberdeen, UK has been my home for so long and it has such a beautiful beach. One day in 2012, while studying at university, and when I had my previous blog CreativelyBecomeIndifferent, I went for a walk along the cost and sat on a bench. This poem was inspired by what I saw from the bench that day.
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You’re welcome. Such a great story and I am sure it’s inspiring, every day.
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