I watched some gulls swoop down
a clear, blue sky…..

Sunset on the beach.

A poem.

An early day at the beach.

The gulls swooping down
From a clear, blue sky,
Appear to be teasing
The dolphins below …

Sadness can get you down but there is a way to banish it with the joy of Nature.

The year’s resolution re-examined during December in this poem set against the gray sky in a shopping center parking lot.

Today, more than ever, the need for peace must be fulfilled; perhaps, we can learn a great deal from the gulls and dolphins.

Wrestling the dinghy fray from the mud and her half-tide mooring, the gulls mocking cries make me aware of the futility of human endeavor as they ride the wind and watch the clumsy efforts of a clumsy seaman and a clumsy boat.

It has known war but is a place of peace on a busy, noisy, polluted harbour. Children play happily, men and women relax in boats and fishermen take trippers out to sea.