The seashore By Cecilia Brabin | July 17, 2012 A golden strip of land almost endless to the eye, speckled with pink shells, looks out to the glittering sea Sands dotted with striped deckchairs Children leave soft footprints Dogs gallop along wet sand Sandcastles built, then fall as the tide comes in with rippling waves as the day ends. The beach is deserted apart from an occasional figure with their dog Posted in Poetry and tagged Miscellaneous, The natural world