The Sea
The sea is a hungry dog,
Giant and grey.
He rolls on the beach all day.
With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour upon hour he gnaws
The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And 'Bones, bones, bones, bones! '
The giant sea-dog moans,
Licking his greasy paws.
And when the night wind roars
And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud,
He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs,
Shaking his wet sides over the cliffs,
And howls and hollos long and loud.
But on quiet days in May or June,
When even the grasses on the dune
Play no more their reedy tune,
With his head between his paws
He lies on the sandy shores,
So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.
Giant and grey.
He rolls on the beach all day.
With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws
Hour upon hour he gnaws
The rumbling, tumbling stones,
And 'Bones, bones, bones, bones! '
The giant sea-dog moans,
Licking his greasy paws.
And when the night wind roars
And the moon rocks in the stormy cloud,
He bounds to his feet and snuffs and sniffs,
Shaking his wet sides over the cliffs,
And howls and hollos long and loud.
But on quiet days in May or June,
When even the grasses on the dune
Play no more their reedy tune,
With his head between his paws
He lies on the sandy shores,
So quiet, so quiet, he scarcely snores.
James Reeves
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Great shots in B&W.
ReplyDeleteRocky coastlines like this fascinate me! Especially if they encourage mini waterfalls! Delightful!
ReplyDeleteExceptional image; lovely tones and lovely poem. Thank you, kareninkenai
ReplyDeleteSuch a delight to read the poem. I used to post a poem every day with my posts but time got the better of me. It was sooo pleasurable however to read heaps and heaps of poems for a couple of years. You've got me thinking perhaps I should start again.
ReplyDeletePoem and image ... great match.
Great poem, and fine photos to illustrate it. I really like rocky coasts.
ReplyDeleteYour two photos match the poem perfectly. Just brilliant. Thanks for this great moment.
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