Shoreham Men
I STEP outside the door at duskWhen evening spirits singI drink in cool, clean sea-fresh airAnd soak the blessings inThen shades of people gone beforeCall from the sighing seaWhisp'ring in the breeze their talesOf love and treachery.
Of truth and pleasure, pain and death
And all that Life can hold
Impermanence of all we know
How hottest fires grow cold
Spirits of old Shoreham men
Speak to me easily
And as they do, then so shall I
To those who follow me.
Tony Gardner,
Shoreham by Sea