Solway Scene

As i stand beside the Solway shore, on a summers day.
Part of the sky is brightest blue, the rest a dullish grey,
The rippling waves, seem intent, my vantage point to reach.
I closely watch, as the flowing tide glides toward the beach.

The gentle breeze which fans my cheeks, fills me with elation,
To turn away and leave this scene, i have no inclination.
The foreshore is now littered, with every kind of waste,
As the tide starts to ebb without a sign of haste.

The myriads of pebbles, each with a new washed face,
Surround my feet in abundance, like interwoven lace,
Shells of every shape and size, are easy to be found,
And seagulls help complete my scene, as they fly around.

In clear view across the Solway, Criffel stands there as a guide,
As gateway to the Highlands, on the farther side,
And in between this landmark, and where i stand and look,
Fishing boats sail serenely, like pictures in a book.

I ask no greater pleasure, i wouldn't crave for more,
For mother nature, has, to please me, opened wide her door,
Very soon i will be gone, and leave it all behind,
With one last look i turn away, theres nothing more to find.

But how can i forget, the pleasant scenes along the shore,
Again i must return, to enjoy them more and more.

close my eyes and envision this serenity. I may not need to visit far away lands, with such poetry as this!