The Ocean Tide

To sit and watch the ocean tide,

Kiss the rocks,

At the dawn of the day, 

The beginning of the start,

Sound of the waves,

Crashing and splashing,

In rhythm with the beat of a clock,

As the second hand moves,

Movement propelled,

The minutes in the hour,

As the tide lowered,

The tears dropped,

Off the faces of the rocks.........

Meadfoot Beach

The Sea Tide

The sea,

It rose with the tide,

The Sun was high in the sky,

The sea,

It lowered as the day came to and end,

With only foot prints left in the sand......

Sand Art Torquay

The Yew Tree

To walk backwards on a path,

Not a path travelled before,

Around a Yew tree,

Seven times no more,

A tale of myth and lore,

To stand in awe,

Under the branches of the tree,

Where grave stones stand at angles,

Of those that passed before,

A whispered wish,

Cast to be free,

For in life on one's path,

What will be,

Will be,

To then find a Rose,

Upon a seat,

Colourful,

Beautiful and free........

 

The Golden Beach

The path it led to a golden beach,

Rich it was under one's feet,

To walk along the golden shore,

Rich in shells,

Washed ashore,

There one sat,

Counting the waves,

The day it went,

As the waves kissed the shore,

Ten thousand or more did one count,

Before the day was no more,

As the Sun went down......

Corbyn Head Torquay 

Rolling Clouds

Rolling clouds,

Over shades of green,

With multiple colours of heather,

Mixed within,

With rugged rocks,

Forming formations,

Cairns created in the most unusual places,

With standing stones,

Placed in lines and circles,

With sleeping giants,

On top of Tors,

Moorland streams,

Running their courses,

With rambling ponies,

Flocks of sheep,

Herds of cows,

Who just roam around,

That is what Dartmoor is all about.......

Haytor Rock Dartmoor

Sun Set

As the sun goes down,

It's the end of the day,

The memories of today,

Will be remembered one day,

As the imprints made,

Over time will wear away,

But the journey on the path,

The direction taken,

Will never be the same.......

Fork In The Road

Rustling Leaves

Rustling leaves,

In the moonlight,

Glistening in the lunar ray,

On a moorland,

A tree is isolated away,

One sentry,

Guarding a gateway.......

Buttercups, Buttercups

Buttercups, buttercups,

In a field of green,

With butterflies fluttering,

From leaf to leaf,

In the gentle wind,

Laid in a meadow,

Grass is swaying,

Day dreaming away,

With white cotton clouds,

Gracing the sky,

Way up high,

Gently floating bye,

Like the time,

As the sun begins to lower,

To the line of the horizon,

As a day prepares to say goodbye,

But the memories,

Will stay,

For tomorrow.......

Torbay

To sit and look over the bay,

The suns gone down,

An end to the day,

The glimmer of the moon,

That lunar light,

Glistens on the crest of the waves,

With the sound of the sea,

Washing the shore,

Taking the foot steps away,

Now the trace of the past,

That path has gone,

Only a memory remains,

Time it passes,

Night it darkens,

The stars shine in the constellations,

Until the rise of dawn,

As the rays of light grace the sky,

The start of a new day.................

Torquay at Night

Names and Places

Lost on a path,

In the middle of the night,

No trail to follow,

No guiding light,

Lost in thoughts,

Waiting for a sign,,

Hopefully soon it will be sunrise,

For listening to the whispers,

Rustling through the leaves,

Names and places,

Bring back memories,

One falls into a dream,

To wake in the morning,

With the ray of a rising sun,

Trying to make sense of where one has been. 

Torbay

The Sun was shining,

A morning in Torbay,

To bask in the rays,

Of this beautiful day,

Looking over golden sands,

Of the bay,

The sea caresses the shore in a romantic way,

Gentle kisses of waves as they break in a

loving way,

With soaring gulls,

Drifting a high,

With a few cotton clouds,

Just floating by............

Paignton Beach

Whispering Trees

Whispering trees,

One is listening,

To the words carried in the breeze,

Watching the limbs,

Dancing with the wind,

Music made by the leaves,

With drifting clouds,

Floating by,

High above the canopy,

With daffodils,

A carpet of yellow,

Spread over the woodland ground,

With a chorus of birds,

Flying free,

In nature's play ground,

A waterway runs it's course,

With a flash of blue,

The kingfisher is around,

Angling on his fishing ground....

Stover Country Park May 2025 Akn 

On One's Own Path

On one's path,

One must go,

It makes no difference,

If one goes fast,

Or if one goes slow,

No destination,

Clear in the mind,

Just moving forward,

That's all,

In one's own time,

That's all that one knows.....

Morning Born

A new day,

With a morning born,

The start of the week,

A new path found,

With cherry blossom beginning to show,

The first duckling,

Swimming on the pond,

With new born lambs,

Jumping in the field,

Spring is showing,

A lovely time of the year,

Soon it will be Easter,

When a bunny will be hopping around .....

A Duckling

A Robin

A Robin flew to a tree on my path,

This was fate,

It was meant to be,

He sang a song,

In his merry way,

Only a few will understand his words,

This brought joy,

In so many ways,

For as he flew away,

A smile was born,

As I knew I would see him again,

On another path,

On another day.....

Robin 

Sat

Sat on a path,

At the dawn of the day,

Cross roads in sight,

Thinking which way,

To the left or to the right,

Or straight ahead towards tonight,

Can one decide without questioning why,

Sat on a path,

The Sun now high,

Warming rays,

Brighten the sky,

To step with the left,

Or step with the right,

Can one decide before tonight,

Sat on a path,

At the end of the day,

Could not decide,

Decided to stay,

The cross roads now lit,

With a lunar ray,

Maybe tomorrow,

One will find one's way.......

 

The Darkness of Night

In the darkness of night,

One had lost sight,

There was no light,

That is where a path was found,

For trust,

On a path unknown,

Taken with the blind foot steps,

Forward one goes.....

A Rainy Day

To walk on a path on a rainy day,

Path was still there after the storm had

passed this way,

It led to a rainbow,

Under the arch,

On the path,

Did not stray,

Now the sun is shining,

One is well on one's way......

The Start

One started on a path,

A January morning,

The start of the New Year,

The chill was in the air,

The path was challenging,

It was slippery,

One nearly well,

Pausing for composure,

Thinking one's mind,

Taking some time........

That is when one started to climb,

Determination and discipline,

Focus of the mind,

One foot followed the other,

The past was left behind,

To take a break,

Up on the mountain,

Appreciating how far one had climbed,

Country Walk

The Silver Moon

Standing in the light of a silver moon,

A Romeo on a path,

All alone,

Waiting for his Juliet,

She has not shown yet,

Memories triggered by a lunar light,

Shadows pass in the darkness of night,

Dreams will end at the break of dawn,

But thoughts remain all day long....

Romeo & Juliet