In these times of excessive stress over jobs, finances personal relationships and other concerns, it’s good to know that our wild spaces still provide spiritual solace and inner tranquillity.
Forgetting the somewhat controversial addition of massive
wind turbines we can still feel the Irish Sea breeze in our face, as we look
out over the Mersey estuary towards Wales.
The old and the new meet, as we observe the shrimper working
against the backdrop of the rig.
As the night arrives and the tide turns skeins of geese fly
over the beach, heading towards their northern marshlands.
Eventually, only the lonely cries of the curlew and oystercatcher
welcome in the increasing darkness on the bleak Ainsdale shoreline.
Pat Regan ©
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