Remember The Beach
Skins of sandy freckles and a coconut sheen;
The cold, energetic tide bounding back as we jump forward;
Yellow-blue above marrying grey-blue below as far as we can see;
Hills in the background; an impressive view mostly ignored.
We enjoy the feel of sand through our fingers and the sun on our backs;
We make wonky castles that are too dry and fall down;
The moat drinks buckets of water carefully collected again and again;
We give up and search for interesting stones instead:
Smooth green glass, worn white pebbles and pearly pink shells.
We gobble down ice creams, tongues curling round cones;
Licking drips, licking fingers clean; sickly sweet strawberry.
The light comes in lower now, painting our flushed faces;
A feeling of thankfulness, intransigence and simple pleasures,
Makes our hearts happy and unites us in our remembering.
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