Like most people born by the sea it somehow became part of me, always there in some corner of my heart.

Boyhood

Part of me still remains:
in the pebbles on the beach;
in the tide pools on the rocks;
in the seaweed on the sand.
Listen and you'll hear my voice:
in the sound of the crashing waves;
the plaintive cries of the gulls;
in the wind along the cliffs.
Watch and you'll see my heart:
in the foam thrown by the storm;
in the rolling morning mist;
in the sun's glare on the chalk.
And it is still within me
that primitive smell of the sea.