The Seagull

Screaming seagull in the air,
Wheeling and turning there.
Swooping down to the sea,
Where lazy waves lap easily.
Along a quiet sandy stretch,
Harbouring rowing boat and ketch.
The sun silvers your snowy breast
As you land upon the crest
Of an ocean roller high,
Until it falls again to die
Among seaweed and shells galore,
Which decorate the sandy shore.
Upon the ocean's face you ride,
Pitted by foam,curling wide.
And lite by the summer sun,
You soar,and suddenly you're gone.

Filey Brig

I gaze across the sun-drenched sand,
Fresh bathed in yon ebbing tide,
A bright curved golden band
With foamed laced edge,breezes ride.
Sea birds group on the waterline,
A red legged wader scans the shore
Hurrying to the glittering brine,
Pebbles and seaweed to explore.
Far along the crescent bay
Framed by cliffs,sand martin dig.
And ramblers and fishermen stray
The stark rocks of Filey Brig
March into the summer sea.
waves fling their snowy locks
Endlessly,it seems to me,
Over barnacled moss covered rocks
Through the seaweed's waving fronds
Clinging to slimy weeping boulders,
Leaving shallow rocky ponds
To merge with silver crested rollers.

On the shore.

                                                                ON THE SHORE.
Shadows on the water,
Waves curl along the shore,
The days now are shorter
Twilight's here once more.
Hear the sea roaring,
Throwing white laced waves
Against the cliff face pouring
Frothy bubbles as it raves

Moonlight on the water

Sea birds ride its silver path,
"Tis here I love to loiter
In the quiet aftermath.
Clouds fill the moonlit sky
Nothing more I see.
Hear the water's murmuring sigh?
the tide has turned away from me.

Mabel Bradley.

This blog has been set up to celebrate my mum,a fun loving,clever lady with a great talent for writing good poetry.I hope you enjoy a much loved and missed lady's works.

                                                                  Regards Maggie.