A Sea Poem
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Deep within me
lay a sea poem
of long ago;
where air is fresh
but blusters wildly
when southerlies blow,
slick and slimy
mud between the toes-
mangrove's brackish home.
Whitecaps dance
in the open channel
close to where corals grow.
But further than the distance
of childhood recollection,
where starfish-lined parades
demanded retrospection:
Gone are those carefree days
along with sands, white as snow;
somewhere deep within me
lay a coastal tale of long ago.
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Steve Higgins
Sun 16th Jun 2013 21:51
Fabulous! Brings back memories of childhood sea side holidays. Best wishes, Steve