The Leas Poem by Paul Reed

These lands of green, flattened by the wind
Made of brave and hardy stock,
Across our faces the air spinned
To crash the waves upon the rock;

Spume spits over us in angry flurries
The sea powerful in it's pride,
Washing away today's worries
Only to bring new ones in on the tide;

And the memories lie heavy here
Of dogs now dead, who walked this grass,
The wind tries hard to blow them clear
But our minds will not let them pass;

Perhaps our feet never trod this path
Never saw the rocks crumble and fall,
Never loved the storm's bitter wrath
Never walked the Leas at all.