NATURE'S ENGINE ROOM
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 10:20 pm
A poem written after watching the incoming tide and the sunset at Peregian Beach, Sunshine Coast in winter this year.
The near full tide is creeping like a shadow cross the sand,
its frothy edges sliding up the beach,
almost to the dunes, standing guard to countermand
with healthy vegetation out of reach.
And as this scene's unfolding, there's another right on cue,
the sun is sinking slowly in the sky,
going through the motions to bid the day adieu
posting colours no one can deny.
Everything is glowing, sand still showing, sky and sea,
a kaleidoscope before my very eyes,
the greatest show on earth and I am seeing it for free
from front row seat, I feel I've won first prize.
Blue and grey and purple, pink and touch of orange too,
this spectacle almost defies description,
and yet, this is a ritual on show most days to view,
performance having no need for subscription.
Nature working hard, exceeding all mankind can tender,
where all in witness should become enchanted.
It's just a pity though that in a world with so much splendour,
nearly all take sights like this for granted.
Jeff Thorpe, July 2010 ©
The near full tide is creeping like a shadow cross the sand,
its frothy edges sliding up the beach,
almost to the dunes, standing guard to countermand
with healthy vegetation out of reach.
And as this scene's unfolding, there's another right on cue,
the sun is sinking slowly in the sky,
going through the motions to bid the day adieu
posting colours no one can deny.
Everything is glowing, sand still showing, sky and sea,
a kaleidoscope before my very eyes,
the greatest show on earth and I am seeing it for free
from front row seat, I feel I've won first prize.
Blue and grey and purple, pink and touch of orange too,
this spectacle almost defies description,
and yet, this is a ritual on show most days to view,
performance having no need for subscription.
Nature working hard, exceeding all mankind can tender,
where all in witness should become enchanted.
It's just a pity though that in a world with so much splendour,
nearly all take sights like this for granted.
Jeff Thorpe, July 2010 ©