The shining pebbles on the sea shore sing
The sun rides on the water’s gleaming lines
The tide will beat with pebbles on the groynes.
No good thing can happen by design
Further down is shingle minced and scarred
The faceless little stones push shells about
In a storm the sound is fearful noise
Late at night the lifeboat might go out.
The sea runs on the sand transparent clear
Little children paddle with delight
Like the Wash is, estuaries are you wild
In a moment a girl can disappear.
The little stones the pebbles and the sand
Have no faces, do not understand
How my heart sings 