CategoryPhil Hall

From the Ocean


The timeless waves crash against the desolate beach,Haunted cries of the gulls, hanging in a lonely wind.As sand whips around my feet plumes of reeds guide my eyes.The pink horizon holding memories of an ancient mariner’s tale.Each breath invigorates my soul with peace from this world,The muffled applause of sea and shingle, constant and steady. With no one to share this feast of spindrift and...