A place to let a life unwind;
To dwell in quiet tranquillity.
To smell the ozone on the wind,
In a cabin by the sea.
To the north a stretch of beach.
A band of glistening sand.
Where, with an endless lapping,
Water meets the land.
To the east a snaking river,
Widening by degree.
Its land born waters flowing,
Pushing gently to the sea.
To the south, a rounded headland
And a delta shaped lagoon.
A sand bar spans the river’s mouth
To where it meets the dune.
To the west an endless ocean.
A vast scope of rippling blue.
Foaming crests come tumbling in,
While distant waves all queue.
Such mysteries are held in the boundless deep,
With creatures yet unknown,
And a million jagged contours, tumbled smooth unseen
Until washed up and shown.
To stroll the beach shows a bric-a-brac
Of driftwood, stones and shells.
While crashing waves turn to silent foam,
Then turn in upon themselves.
The plaintive screeches of swirling gulls,
Without effort cutting through the sky.
A faint rustling from the dunes above.
A breeze making bushes sigh.
It’s a place where worldly cares are banned;
Where a tethered mind goes free.
Where the ozone is there in the ocean’s wind,
In a cabin by the sea.