Screen break, tea break, sketchwalk, Lea.

I stretch my view –

to big skies and tangles

of industry, tide and nature

in this workaday corner of East London.

Unsung yet full of song,

soaring above the city clatter

a soundscape

all twinkly sand martins,

squabbling gulls,

shouty crows,

and down in the rustle of the reed beds,

the click of coots.

At low tide, I breathe sea tang

and I am home in Kent’s creeks and marshes.

Sometimes I play,

follow a diving cormorant,

guess where it will surface (I’m always wrong).

I stretch my view –

until nature brings me wonder.


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