Peaceful haven

Of rocky shores and waves that crash ashore,
A shingle beach stands proud and firm in place,
Its pebbles worn by tides that ebb and flow,
A constant rhythm in this coastal space.

The salty air, a breeze that gently blows,
Whispers secrets to the beach below,
While seagulls call and soar above in rows,
And children play, their laughter in tow.

The shingle beach, a place of peace and calm,
A haven for those seeking solitude,
Or for those who seek adventure and charm,
With every step, a new perspective viewed.

Oh shingle beach, with waves that sing and roll,
You are a treasure, a wonder to behold.

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