The Cockle Pickers..
Football :(( Out there upon the moist Lagoon , the cockle pickers bend..near Faro Beach...Ripples of tide..forever on the sands..kb
The sands of Faro Beach
Are white... withered down from bone
Fins and bones that were and now are gone
Ripples of a human tide forever on the move
They came and went without an explanation...without a knowing why...
And now....they have become white grains upon the gritty beach.
Out there beside the moist lagoon... the cockle pickers bend
Tear small molecules of life ...out of the slimy mud ...
...it never ends
Pure canopy of blue......small clouds... a stillness in the air.
People plucking from the ground, sand-pipers strutting here and there
...watching for a movement in the mud
...with eagle eye
The flat and watery mud which is a mirror to the sky.
Beyond the cockle pickers ...flies a plane
.... not far away from nature’s scene
..Lifts off the ground and makes it way
....towards a home somewhere
Leaving behind its mighty roar and ribbon cloud
As it becomes a dot and is no longer there.
And as they flew away they have not seen
... the stalking birds
... the Cockle Pickers and the beauty shimmering
Of the lagoon...
Out there upon the moist lagoon the cockle pickers bend...
It never ends...
Ripples of human tide ...forever on the move...
Forever in the sands...
Kristine Byrne...Dec 2011/Jan 2012.
Faro beach is on a tiny island ...not much more than a large sand dune..near Faro airport.
Between the island and the mainland...when the tide is low... the mud flats and lagoons appear.