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.