Bempton Cliffs Poem by Paul Reed

The moor was quiet as the evening dropped
A barn owl sat serene on a post,
But at the cliff edge the silence stopped
To give way to the songs of the coast;

On slender shelves the sea birds crowded
To huddle amongst their own kith and kin,
Bempton's cliffs overlain and enshrouded
Wrapped In your lonely din;

Not forever will I forget the sound
Or my feelings that welled up inside,
For stillness and peace lay all around
In the cries and the crashing tide.