A Lonely Beach

I stand upon a lonely beach
no other footprints mark the sand.
A thousand miles of ocean fails
to raise a wave to wash this strand.
No wind  to move the Marram grass
that anchors silent dunes in place.
Signs say no vehicle may pass
and so disturb this holy place.
No Seagull scream, no Fulmar cry
no other living creature's sound
disturbs the peace of sea and sky
and silence wraps the beach around.
The sun itself shines silently
and when its daily race is run
sinks softly down into the sea
as quietly its job is done.

I stand upon a lonely beach
I stand there through a lonely day
Then having learned all it could teach
I turn my back and walk away.