Dorset Cliff Comments

The next time I see tall crumbling cliffs in Dorset I'll think of a wise old man made of Wensleydale. I love a poem that makes me see the world in a different way.

old is wise but exception is there. Nice and good poem.

I am amazed to see how beautifully you have described the cliff! 'Time has softened your edges. Now you find yourself overgrown With red rockets of valerian And ropes of ivy, tumbling down Your face. Like a beard.' - A picture perfect description that I can well visualize. 'So you stand, guardian of your bay. Looking out to sea In silent wisdom, While I sit at your feet.' - Simply beautiful! A poets depiction for all to see.

Pretty majestic cliffs in Dorset then, I guess. 'Species that rise and fall, then fossilise' I like the flow of this.

you truly love Nature, your poems bear the reflections. this one is wonderful.