Saturday, 17 October 2015

The Wonder

The wonder is that magic places still exist just across the way, around the corner, beyond the seawall. Some are blind - seeing mud a spartan and sticky gloom - a hostile landscape of salt and sea, wild marsh and lonely prairie. But those that know - they return every year to wallow in the song of ducks, to smell the sea winds on the great flats, to wade the tide-lines with shank; tread the vast sandbanks in solitude, and to witness the melody of a new dawn and smile - invigorated by all that glitters - sleeping sound at the day's magical end... Tony

1 comment:

Alden Smith said...

You are continuing a great tradition - Maurice Griffiths called it "The Magic of The Swatchways" in his book of the same name.