Cut off by the Tide.

Out walking today and it was very very windy. I took off down to St Mary's Island in Whitley Bay but found the tide was just coming in and I couldn't cross over. Oh well maybe another day.

The Changing Tides



Walking upon the sand of the beaches in your life.

You leave marks embedded as you go.

A mark of your passing which may last forever,

Or quickly washed away with the changing tide.



Life is fickle and impressions made quick.

Judgments made in ignorance set our path,

A friendship which may have lasted a lifetime,

Is over looked because of vanity or prejudice.



A shame that we are influenced by petty things

Such as looks, speech, affluence or intelligence.

Never taking the time to truly know someone

Who they are and what they've accomplished.



Tis said to slow down and smell the roses,

But many times we cut them down to take.

Having them for the beauty they possess,

Not thinking of killing them in the process.



If you leave your mark on the beach,

Make sure it's one that stands against time,

A mark that can be viewed with pride,

Not one to be lost in the changing tides.