Publisher's Synopsis
Seaside At sea someone flashes by on water skis/ Across the ocean he glides, turns and hurries/ Back into view. Golden sun shines high above/ Children sniff sea air; play in yellow ochre sand in the cove/ Night arrives; the waves quieten and gently lap at designs/ Of sandcastles, long forgotten, peace and calm reigns./ Amber Black (c) 2005 (extract)