The Coast Of Ireland A Sensory Piece
The Coast Of Ireland
All it takes is a glance
A clear view and my eyes are treated to a sight full of harsh wonder, natural beauty and intreaguing secrets
I am encaptured
The wild untaimed grass and wild flowers that run rampent over the cliffs
The rough and crude rocks formed by the ever active green blue throbbing monster that untireingly strikes the rocky cliffs with a vengence
The air so fresh it fills my lungs tenfold
The harsh yet some what intoxicating smell of the salt drenched air
The inviting and rather fanticiful scent of the grass
The reverberating and evervecent chrashing of the merciless sea pulsing through me
I bring my hand to touch the earth
The ground damp the grass wreathing through my fingers
I feel the ground begin to pulse as I see a herd of wild ponies making haste to the sea side
Their leader unmistakeable
His nobley shaped head raised high and proud
His shoulders broad and full of power
His coat a blinding white soaked with sweat
His call resounding and sharp
Commanding the obediance of his herd
The sound of their thunderous hooves like to that of a thousand drumbeats
The smell of the earth rich and pleaseing comes to my nose as their powerful legs churn up the soft earth
I open my mouth with awe at the sight
I taste the salt in the air
The rich earth
The sweat of the wild herd
The stallion raises his head watching
HIs body tense
His muscles quivering and his mind alert
I take this all in, a magical place, yet in reality
Full of glorious sights and sounds, yet every day it is taken for granted
I have seen today a poem outside the world of writting and words
A place where God has show His power, His beauty, and His attention to every detail
No matter how small.