Suffolk Tideline

The winter storms have thrown the tideline high

Above the shingle where the hagstones lie

Buried amid the plastic detritus,

Jetsam of ships and summer barbecues.

Among the tar flecked litter you may find

An amber nugget, dull opaque and blind,

Waiting the craftsman's pleasure, to reveal

To all who seek to break the time worn seal,

The occult key to nature's mystery,

A million years of hidden history.