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.