The wind blows from the sea
In gusts along the beach
Whirlwinds of sand fly
High in the air on the breeze.
Striking like grit getting into
Eyes. Tourists, holiday
Makers holding fast their hats.
Walking along the beach and
Promenade.
Getting deep into sandwiches
Gusting everywhere high in the
Air.Blowing onto the pavement
And road in deep drifting piles.
Slowly the beach moves.
Slowly change takes place.
When the wind does stop the
Beach is everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Slowly the beach moves. Slowly change takes place.....slwoly, slowly! The poetic expression is very graceful
Thank you Dillip, wind driven climate change will unfortunately be worse if it passes a tipping point.