Alongside the sea’s
White sandy shore
Stands up infront
Against the wind
The layered soft
And weather clay
That runs
In winter’s rain
As red as our
Countries heart

Deep lines
Are laid
In it’s high face
That looks
As old skin does
With patches through
Of colour’s line
Onto the
Bleached white
Glaring sand

Small drying
Red clay mounds
Is all that’s left
Of winter now
And rain’s
Relentless wear
Again in stark
Clear shinning light
The edges stand…

Written by rob beckett at 6:00pm, 25th November 2011 at Henley Beach in South Australia about a photo I took at Pt Willunga