Runswick Bay (September 2010) Poem by DM W

A post card picturesque bay; fringed with golden sands;
Seaweed draped over copper coloured rocks and stones;
Sea blasted caves echoing with the ghosts of yore;
White washed cottages set against small, neat gardens.
In days gone by fishermen and their families
Abounded here. O I can imagine the scenes! :
The constant lighting of fires to keep out the cold;
The gutting and salting of herring in hard times.
The children praying for their fathers to come home
Safe and sound. This bay blends the present with the past.