Dawn On The Cobb

A darkened beach at daybreak

Gulls wheeling overhead

Pebbles crunching ‘neath my feet

While others are abed

As surfers run with board in arm

To catch the early wave

Lyme Regis ladies cross the sand

The chilly sea to brave

A walk past sheltered harbour

And fishing boats at rest

Out along the curving Cobb

That author Fowles knew best

Shiny black rocks at its tip

Tinged red by dawn’s first ray

As sun emerges through the clouds

And lights the Channel grey