Meadfoot Beach.

Cloudless the day with blue vaulting it's way Into the air and sea. Running the length Of the cove and foaming at breakpoint, swaying Wavelets, their cotton-wool edgings resenting Speed, shushed by the tide, begin gentle ride To shore with lullaby sound, they reach ground And flatten, soundlessly. Canoes come gliding The length of the shimmering bay, around Yachts, tacking in breeze, and all become one With the flickering diamond-struck cove, millpond Still, and quiet today, Meadfoot beach shone. Cafe' chairs askew, we laughed as fondly, Owners training young dog tried practising Alongside sandy waves, but puppy, foam- Struck, chased away when called, and came back Dancing wet delight, so was taken home. As children battled to keep castles dry From tide, I head home, whispering goodbye.