By the old lifeboat station
Old lifeboat station stands alone
boards where windows stood
dirty white walls weather blown
many years eroded wood.
Sea is calm,so quiet, no sound
offshore water ruffles slight
like Tudor lace gently kisses ground
invisible waves, ripples no might.
Shale cliffs so low scarce there
sand is dark upon this strand
rocks caressed gently with care
tenderness in perfect band.
Suddenly run two wet suited guys
with surf boards pass so fast
straight into the sea, a big surprise
heroic, glacial to the last.
Early February day, scarves, hats for heat
air this cold, feels so free
pretty today, where water with sand meet
wild next week this fickle sea.