STANDING on the Cleveland hills,
Looking west over Hartlepool bay.
Watching the sea and the early dawn,
Surprising all with a special display.
Behind me the sun continued its climb,
Into fleecy white clouds and blue skies.
Its fingers of light caressed the waves,
Which sparkled and dazzled the eyes.
Moving swiftly it crossed over the bay,
Highlighting the church of St Hilda.
Then sped on its way to carry the day,
Through Durham to Cumbria and Kielder.
I could stay all day looking over the bay,
From either the east or the west.
But if I’m honest I’d say the very best way,
Is from the Heugh, with her head on my chest.