STOKER STRAND

Soft wind fans my cheeks

Meandering squishy footprints

Draw my feet

The smell of seaweed from

The rock face

The glint of the sun on sea shells

Cocooned in soft golden sand

Flat buildings on the beach

Some round and turret strong

Some square like windowpanes

Soft sightings of white foam

A rippling momentary moat

Treasures carried in on the tide

Nature’s playground abounds

A heavenly place

On The Wild Atlantic Way

Stocker Strand