My Peaceful Bay

The hills were green around the bay
and the water lapped at the rocks below
On the other side a town stood silent
broken by a solitary crow.

Its scream and call echoed around
the gentle breeze slightly swayed the tree
The big black bird ventured to rest
and it appeared to stop and look down at me.

The a rumbling sound seemed to come from afar
I wondered what it may be
The stationery silence around the bay
broke as the sound came closer to me.

The tranquil setting of my peaceful bay
the crow took flight to a distant ridge
The rumbling of a railway train
now thundering across a rusty bridge.

Suddenly my peaceful bay became alive
a thousand nesting birds took flight
The mullet jumped and frolicked around
till the rumbling train went out of sight.

The rusty old bridge was now quiet again
the solitary crow returned to its tree
Silence reigned as I looked around
my peaceful bay again belonged to me.

Written when I was 13, while my parents and brother were fishing, a pastime that never interested me.