The Sea Breeze The North Sea breeze
Blows the trees
The waves I see
Crash up the beach
The seagull's call
From overhead
It's just the tiny things
That says this is the place to be
I look across the golden sea
The rolling waves are all I see
In the distance is a ship
Sailing across the golden sea
The wind slowly picks up strength
Causing the ship to bob around
The waves crash up the beach much further
Soaking everything all around
The gulls the must enjoy the wind
I watch them hover overhead
They even float upon the water
Looking for the scraps from the fishermen
As the wind starts dying
The gulls land onto the beach
The gentle breeze that's now blowing
Cools me from the hot sun
Copyright 2002 Lee Platford
Written 6th September 2002 | 
