I See No Ships

Enjoying my day at the coast again Resting on the soft golden sand Seeing young lovers passing by, As they stroll along, hand in hand. High overhead, three grey herons fly Settling on the northern rocks... Not one ship do I see, although I hear A shrill call of a guillemot. The ocean is very peaceful today But 'planes are making a droning cry. We live in an ever-changing world Where the sea gives way to the sky. We can call it sad and call it strange We can call it what we will... But 'I see no ships' as in olden times The horizon seems wider and wider still.