Whitstable

[peachforhours]

The sky is blue and unbroken,

And watches as our day unfolds,

The songs we sing are softly spoken,

Our backs begin to turn to gold.

Carefully, we find our seating,

And settle in your friendly stones,

Your swell advancing and retreating,

Accepts the pebbles we have thrown.

Silently, we start to listen,

To sounds of waves that slush and break,

Ripples on your surface glisten;

Your friend, the Sun, is wide awake.

We bask in something glorious

And graciously we tip our hats,

We can’t help feel victorious

And love to see you smiling back.

Your golden light’s no guarantee:

We know tomorrow you will change,

But we sincerely hope to see

Another day like this arranged.