Lonely Bay

Why are you named so, Lonely Bay?
Alone perhaps, but lonely, Nay!

How could this be? You have the sea,
And all that’s wild and all that’s free.

Just feast your eyes upon the sky,
As battered clouds go racing by.

And listen to the throaty roar,
Of rollers breaking on your shore.

Perhaps it’s I who’s feeling blue,
My mind projected in the view.

But why this be I cannot say,
And fare thee well, oh Lonely Bay.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017

Oyster Catcher

Comical little bird,
Drawn from a colouring book;
His bright orange beak
Sewing holes in the seamless sand.

Drawn, from a colouring book,
With a child-like hand,
Sewing holes in the seamless sand,
Searching for oysters at low tide.

With a child-like hand,
I rub my red-rimmed eyes;
Searching for oysters at low tide,
While my legs turn a delicate pink.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017