Sitting out with a flask, at the beach,
spending time outside.
Watching the people mill about,
and the seabirds ride the tide!
Great winds blow across the bay,
but as you wrap up, it keeps the chills off!
The water laps on the sand,
whilst the words flow throughout mind to hand!
“what?” I hear you shout!
The beach gives you a sanctuary,
and full of inspiration you will see!
If it rains, do not fear!
for there is shelter near!
And when the clock strikes four or six,
then it is time to go home to your door!
The pleasure of being a poet is brimming with pride!
Will you sit with me and watch the tide?
Hence the book will be writ,
on the benches I sit!
With pad and pen, and my flask
poetry has no mask!