17 and a half
Coastlines guard us along our way,
As we gaze and point to places during our stay.
Cold and fresh as we were weeks away from May,
"I love you" were the only things I could say.
Losing bags with cards for the year,
One too many expensive glasses of wine and beer.
Canvases and paintings in the rear,
You are my only peer.
I took you to a special place,
Despite my fear of seeing a familiar face.
On the plus side I didn't force you to eat any plaice.
These memories made a very sharp and distinct trace.
Hand in hand up the hill,
To our safe place at 17 and a half,
A few days exploring Bath,
To Slapton, Brixton, Plymouth and Dartmouth,
Nothing was ever tough.