Like where my grandparents lived
The waves go crashing on the rocks
The cliffs are grey and red
Childrens’ voices ring out clear
As the gulls go ghosting by
The sea feels colder than the blue it looks
Next stop Antarctica helps
In summer ice cream still helps
To calm flustered bodies
A ship sails serenely by
As the seal struggles to grip
On the headland camera shutters click
Capturing the moment.
Brain Injury Survivor, London Silverliner, Poet
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