Poem Of The Week - Children's Special: Orcadia By Rachel Burrows
Orcadia We are on the beach before breakfast, Sol in his pyjamas, with sleep in his eyes. The water is too cold, even for toes. We can hear the whales in the bay beyond us, see their spouts on the enormous expanse of chalk-blue stillness. There is no one else here. We have the world to ourselves. We gaze out over the freezing sand, where black stones play chequers with white shells.