Clevedon Sands

Fleeing from the city air
The car requires a run
Cruising into countryside
The day is still but young
The brown surrounding river gorge
Sun is in our eyes
The greenness of the sleeping hills
Blueness of the sky

Waiting as the day departs
But isn't at an end
The summer elongates the day
The breeze cools as a friend
Down upon the seafront
The beach of silt and sand
And there across the water
We see another land