The shingle beach,the Church where Britten lies

I saw  the sun rise over the North Sea
Accentuating coloured fishing boats.
The beauty of the dawn gave hope to me
A restful pleasure made my  soft eyes  dote.

The peace of this small town has caught my heart.
Scenes from ancient times  come close again
The gulls swoop down and  sketch their flying charts
Remote as ever from the realm of man.

The shingle beach,the  Church  where Britten lies
The in and out, the  tides  of salty sea;
An exact match of houses,hill and skies.
The Maltings,music and its poetry..

In my mind I walk in love again;
Though of the two, a single one remains