Back to Robin Baldwin Index   WESTWOOD SUNRISE From this hill I sit and Watch the motion From this hill I sit and Watch the calm As the sound of the sea it comes Short and long to nothing And the smell, Salt of course, Of the slightest rise and fall Oil slick pastel And I daren't forget the shag That has no shadow, that flies True and low To the sharpest outlined island, green Before sunrise the sea is a silver Mirror calm With just a glimmer of light Slight contrast to dips and lips To waft yet by silent stillness Befriended As in reflection, I, in wait for this Moment of glory, to acknowledge The rise from sea, approach of sprinkled light And boy! To recognise how fast This disc it comes It should be warm But before heat, earth first cools To the gaze of timeless span of ripples And while this earth rotates its way What do I think when I get up to stand? Who am I, in thought, When I get up to walk away?