I want to stand on the beach
and see this landscape as it once was

No tall neat piles of stones
built for some spiritual effect

No moving of the long, bleached driftwood
into beach huts along the shore
Not even a sand-castle

I can ignore the dark sandy roads
and the tracks down to the beach
the holiday homes laden with summer memories
I can even block out the hungry picnic tables

I want to stand on the sand
look out and pretend that this
is nature as it was
Before we covered it
with our myriad of modifications

I want to stand on the shore
and see only the sand, the waves
the rocks, the seaweed, the sea
and the seabirds 

A landscape bare of us


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