Wild horses fling their thoughts

I love this poem – “Wild Horses Don’t Break” – so very much. To date it is one of the poems I’d be happy to have on my gravestone. Not that I like the idea of being buried in a cramped plot. Fling my ashes to the dunes and the sea! The wild horses of

1,000 Scientific Facts

A Thousand Scientific Facts about the sea Watch the mist-spray drift towards the dunes: A mother is out with her children. The daughter plays with the dog breaking foam And the little boy sits beside on a rock. There are bluebottles along the shore today; many cuttlefish shells; a dead penguin, his flippers laid out