Strolling on the promenade
Quite early in the day
The view that I encountered
Was a turbulent West Bay
The clouds they rolled in Oh so fast
In varying shades from white to the grey of slate
The weather had altered drastically
Stormy and intemperate
The raging sea crashed against the shore
Throwing up a silvery spray
Reaching across the roadway
Drenching all who passed that way
Although pedestrians there were few
Who really found the need
On a day like this , to stand and stare
At the rocks all covered in seaweed,
And here and there was evidence
Of refuse from passing ships
Or perhaps from holiday makers
With discarded wrapping of Fish & Chips
But the sea it looked so angry
An uninviting Opal and grey
Tho’ they say let’s go down to the sea in ships
It’s not a good choice today
So stroll on now to the hillside
To the rocks of white and green
Where the grass has found a place
To grow and create this beautiful scene
So as you leave the Sea behind you
On this cold and desolate day
You can sample the delights of Dorset’s hillsides
And return another time to West Bay