The cliffs erode the once free land
upon them ageing families stand.
As time moves forward, earth shifts back,
take it in, before its gone.
A once that was, of cliffs and sand.
After winters sensitivity and decay
cast over debris, a bland intertwining
displays with respect for the sand,
the years to pass
and threaten the land, upon we walk.
A path tread once, then twice and thrice,
A different space, a new delight.
A vibrancy blows away the wind swept –
Blast. A building set in stone, alone.
Upon we walk.
Green displays of fields unearthed
Churned by shoreline of consequence
Nature and matter combine to scrape
away soils and farmland, only a few metres
per year, enough over time, upon we walk.
An Epic Landscape by A Girl from Hull.
Each stanza captures a moment from a photo taken whilst visiting Barmston, early March 2015.