Wednesday, September 22, 2010

St Clair Sands


The St Clair poles loom over the water
The wind howls in my face
As seagulls beg for food on the esplanade.
The shark bell stands still.


The esplanade lights up at night
As the smell of pies from pixie pastry wafters
Seconds beach tucked awayAdd Image
The salt water pool untouched all winter
As waves crash against the sea wall.

Yellow eyed penguins waddle along the endless beachesAdd Image
Car scream down the esplanade
Horses trot along the dusty racecourse.

The seals sunbathe all day long
Dogs bark at cars rushing down the road.

By James McPherson

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