Oh how I do love to be by the seaside

Oh I do love to be beside the seaside listening to the rolling waves at high tide..there’s not a sound I’d rather hear than the element of fear, with the mighty oceanic roar whistling thru my ear

As the northerly winds blast raging seas surge aghast battering the surf on the shore..yet it fills one with fright.. the sheer force of it’s plight, is a splendour that I simply adore..carry me away from the land to the foam, on the shores that I loved of my childhood home.. I shall always come back to the sands and the sea no matter wherever I roam

I shall inhale seasalt in my lung, and it’s taste on my tongue.. these senses embrace me with fun..as I reminisce with delight little boats in my sight sailing  below the setting sun.. way across the water to the line on the horizon is a yacht with twin white sails, the fore and aft mizen..such a beautiful coastal vision with it’s everchanging views..a sensational palette of an artist’s hues