I spy...
through a chink in the stone walls of the brooch
the whole of the landscape surrounding this hill
and the reason this structure stands in this spot.
I spy…
through the wind and the waves
they are launching the lifeboat
volunteering to save yet more lives
Wondering about and words on -------Water
A warm shower in wintry day, courtesy of the wonders of plumbing;
A cold shock as you take to the sea for the first swim of the spring;
A luxury wallow in a deep bath or the bubbles of a jacuzzi;
A swim in the fresh water of a river can be hard work.
We don't just drink it, we wallow in it.
It is us…or at least a huge part of us.
Without it we perish, life perishes
Our world perishes.
Water, which we sometimes take for granted,
That stream falling over the stones,
The drops tumbling out of the clouds,
The thrashing of the seas,
The depths of the lochs,
Tsunamis, storms and monsoons
bringing water.
Destructive and damaging sometimes
Water's our essential supporter, a cradle of life.
There is a smell of salt lifted from the sea,
it is filtered through grey cloud,
till falling now in cold drops
to patter on the roof
it's taste support all life
Water in a stream may take the meandering easiest route around stones but can hurtle in falls over boulders and cliffs.
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