Trearddur Bay.

Don,t read this poem just look away.
It,s full of secrets about Trearddur Bay.
If curiosity takes over and you read on.
You,lose your heart and you only have one.
Photographs show the Trearddur scene.
But your just treading water until you,ve been.
When you,ve seen the bay white houses surround.
And heard the magic of seagulls sound.
Drank the atmosphere which live,s here.
To never come back you,ll allways fear.
If ever your sad return by car.
To this heaven on earth like shangrila.
Rugged arms of rock hug the bay
Crystal sea is calm on summers day.
Water kisses sand and sky at the same time.
We walk the prom with your hand in mine.
God created earth in seven days they say.
If this is true the sabbeth he spent at Trearddur Bay.
Make no mistake its not allways calm.
At any time you could see a storm.
When rocks are smashed by an angry sea.
And wind so strong they even frighten me.
But like life itself ,and I know its sad.
You can,t appreaciate good unless you,ve seen bad.
Discovering rock pools full of life.
Crabs,starfish,shrimps are rife.
Tiny fish in seaweed hide.
Only spotted with eyes open wide.
Childrens nets search in every crack
Catching creatures,then putting them back.
Each pool is a world till the tide comes in.
Then swallowed and given rebirth again.
The sandy beach washed twice a day.
A safe clean place for children to play.
Forgetting computers,telephone and fax.
Parents find a place to sit and relax.
After unloading kite,flags bucket and spade.
Beachball ,fishing net and lemonade
Children are released to let energy out.
To collect shells and pebbles and run about.
Camaras click to capture moments so dear.
Binoculars are used to bring things near.
Sun lotion spread on vulnerable skin.
childrens laughter gives warmth within.
Moored boats sway with every wave.
Captured by memory forever to save.
Jet ski,s meander round and round.
Adding engine noise to natures sound.
Canoos in formation discover the bay.
Not enough hours in just one day.
Fishermen stand patient with rod and line.
Not counting hours or knowing the time.
Skiers showing their skill at speed.
Sinking occasionaly to gravity,s need.
The lifeboat station keeps watch over all.
Dedicated men just waiting a call.
Walkers pass through slowing their pace.
absorbing the sites,no need to race.
Castles created in golden sand .
With moats and flags for temperary stand.
Paths to the sea ,walls and towers.
Pebbles and shells make decorative flowers.
Families have time to spend with each other.
Father,mother,sister and brother.
Bonding together in a simple way.
All will keep memories of this special day.
Dad thinks he,s expert at flying a kite.
Children splashing in the sea forget to fight.
Some sit with icecream veiwing from prom.
Guessing by accents where people are from.

Trearddur Bay.

Joe Dudhill

Holyhead, United Kingdom

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This description does no justice to the heaven on earth Trearddur Bay where I have the privilage to live.

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