Morecambe Bay

Through the windows I gaze

upon a calm slate-blue sea,

And wet glistening sandbanks

as far as my eyes can see.

The jagged ribs of a wreck

exposed by the receding tide,

In a sandy grave so close

to the channel it lays beside.

On the dark line of the horizon

an oil rigs platform stands out,

Back-lit by a golden-pink glow

the sun’s rays spread about.

In a pale turquoise-blue sky

dark silver trimmed clouds glide past,

And a reflection of the sun

sails upon the golden path it has cast.

Flocks of birds flying homeward

close to the end of the day,

Wheeling and circling

as they cross over the bay.

Soon the sun has gone down

and night is fast descending,

The oil rigs lights twinkle

as sea and sky are blending.

Jackie S Brooks

6^th April 2004