6 August 2012



We went to the beach on holidays

To Saltcotes or Silver Sands

Paddling and skipping stones

Sand castles and rock pools

The call of the wide blue sea

The ebb and flow of childish dreams

I felt I was growing

Growing with the tide

Those days are long gone

Now I am a man

The waves have left their ripples

Patterned in the sand

And I feel I am growing still

Older with the turning tides


1 comment:

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