The Shore Road
The sea is laughing,
Waves are chuckling
Through the stony beach,
There is salt in the air,
And we are walking
Along the Shore Road.
Between the neat houses,
We glimpse the Firth,
There are no nets drying,
No upturned boats waiting,
And we are walking
Along the Shore Road.
We are joined by others,
Each of us imagining,
A gull lands on a bin,
Fixes us with its yellow eye,
And we are all walking,
Along the Shore Road.
Derek Ross
I like this poem very much. The use of repetition is particularly effective evoking a feeling.
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