Salt spray and raucous noise
In the face
Dogs bark to the wind
The waves ebb and flow
Drawn back, curled low
Churning the Old Devon Sandstone
Sucked from under the red stained cliffs;
Erosion in drifts;
Scars tell the story
The coast path’s moved
Again.
Drawn are we to
The pebbled shore,
The shelving beach,
The pounding waves,
Whipped up swell;
Faces to the wind we breathe the salt
Under the spell
All is well.
My Devon Life 