Weather words

I enclose a poem written some years ago which is very apt at this time with all the very bad storms we have had.

My thoughts are with all those who are still waiting for the water to recede from their homes and from the farmers’ fields and cattle.

Stormy Seas

The stormy wind blows

wild across the sea.

Clouds racing fast

as if at last set free.

High above the rocks

the waves dispense,

pounding hard against

the land’s defence.

Lifting pebbles high,

crashing onto land.

Leaving only when the

tide recedes the sand.

At times the sea

doth lie in calm.

Beware its rages,

when, it holds no charm.

Beryl Smyter

Sidmouth