A Monthly Publication

By Edward Alexander

Laughter echos around their stoney silence,

children running and playing upon unspoilt sand.

These cliffs of red and white have stood for eons,

watching and guarding this frontier of Norfolk.

Their contours are caressed by the summer breeze

and battered by the howling winter storm.

These quiet sentinels of rock and stone stand attentive,

always watching as history passes by.

Birds find homes in these crumbling, natural lodgings,

building their nests on ridges of strata.

They hurl themselves into empty space,

outstretched wings searching for that uplifting breath.

What can be more beautiful or awesome

than to stand on these Norfolk battlements,

to see the spectacular setting of the day's sun

from the crest of these multi-coloured structures?

The sun sinks down to the arms of the waiting sea,

like two lovers embraced in that final dance.

Her beautiful robe of red, orange and yellow

enfolds her partner and they vanish into darkness.

This is the natural grandeur of Hunstanton,

this is the splendour of a Norfolk seaside town.