Sea-Warriors by Jules

The island in question is Jersey, Ile Anglo-Normand off the north west coast of France but part of the British Isles. The west coast which faces the Atlantic is one long bay with sand dunes and a few straggling trees bent by the wind. The tide goes out for miles and it is exhilarating to see the sea gallopping towards land and every wave breaking with a roar on the gravel. I always think it is particularly beautiful to see the light through the water shining turquoise just before they break. It is equally lovely to see the bay when the sea is far out. A watery pacific scene with aquatic colours in blues, greys, pinks and mauves. There is an island in the north Where west winds blow in from the ocean; Dispersing mists And driving clouds like scattering sheep towards the east, Sweeping the sand into humped up dunes along the coast, Forcing defenceless trees to cower and cringe, While gleeful seagulls soar shrieking and screaming. And fearless sea-warriors Ride up the bay on the incoming tide, Rearing transparent like turquoise glass Against the light, Then crashing down with roaring cry In a chaotic whirl of foam ,Ever advancing All engulfing, Until hurtling triumphantly against the old sea wall, Fling spray and gravel relentlessly On to the coastal road. Then finally By strange command retreat On the ebbing tide, Leaving a world0f delicate hues In the light of the emerging sun.