17th Dec 2015, Embleton Bay, 5pm
A stormy dog-walk on Embleton Bay
Some would call this dog-walk rash
As winds blow and rains lash
Drowning out the waves' splash
On torchlit sands
What if I was sailor brave?
From crest to trough and wave to wave
Hanging on through closest shave
Or having fun?
Time to turn for where we bide
Man and dog, wet down one side
Time to find a place to hide
That's warm and dry
But I will miss the stormy foam
The masochistic pleasure dome
Of knowing you're not far from home
Nor all at sea
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