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From where I live

I hear the seagulls,

I smell the sea,

It’s a pleasure for me,

I visit the beaches

I sit on rocks

And I meditate

On its power,

Crashing waves

Against the shore,

Creating foam

And leaving

A deluge of seaweed behind.

But then I also sit

And bathe in its tranquillity,

Calm and lapping gently

Up and down the shore

And of a night I see the moon,

Reflecting off of it like glass

And I sit here,

Just watching time pass.

It’s an amazing place to be

The Jurassic cliffs behind me,

Showing orange soil colours,

Harbouring historical secrets

And occasionally people find

Prehistoric bones,

Laying in the soil at the base

Of the cliff as it erodes,

A glimpse back at the past

About just how fast,

The dinosaurs extinction came about

And the I get to thinking

Are we going the same way

And nature soon enough,

Will be humanities grave

But until that time I will fight

Climate change

And those who deny it

In their ignorant way.

Yet as I sit and meditate,

The only thing that

Penetrates my senses

Is the sound of the waves.