The sandy steps lead to a beach,
On which I love to roam.
For most too far, thus out of reach,
It's near my seaside home.

Atop the steps, a marvelous view,
Up high above a bay.
Its water different shades of blue,
I walk there every day.

Protected from rough winter storms,
By a breakwater of rocks.
Their shield a little harbour forms,
And wildest waves it blocks.

Around the bay cliffs tall and proud,
Defend it on both sides.
Waves pound, and soak with sea-spray cloud,
Their walls with each new tide.

The dreamy ocean spans beyond,
To meet empyrean azure.
This place of which I'm deeply fond,
Has such perennial allure.

Down to the shore I slowly climb,
Being careful as I go.
I always try to take my time,
Though well each step I know.

For many hardy plants have grown,
My path in parts near-hidden.
The wind a layer of sand has blown,
Their course well weather ridden.

Eighty steps, I'm almost there,
Just three more to the sand.
I'm in a world without a care,
Whose time makes no demand.

A sea-worn rock provides a seat,
And away my mind is led.
Waves lapping gently at my feet,
As gulls float overhead.

I think of many abstract things,
Reflect on hopes and dreams.
A sea breeze inspiration brings,
As nowhere else it seems.

A stroll along the water's edge,
To see what each surge brings.
Perhaps it may great treasures dredge,
Amongst familiar things.

And I always leave there wealthy,
Lungs full of salty air.
Just grateful that I'm healthy,
Of me fate takes good care.

I'll return again tomorrow,
For it's one of life's great peps,
Ever thankful I can borrow,
These secret, sandy steps.