April 5th 2017
Walk By The Beach
Two boys, about eight maybe, kicking up the pebbles,
A dog paddling in shimmering water, black head stretching
Towards a red ball thrown out to entice.
Gulls squawking madly, fighting over luncheon remains,
Fly away suddenly when a lone teenager gives them the chase
Firing stones at them - not at all nice
And we walk on, hand in hand along the beach,
On towards Reculver, the sun warming our cheeks,
Evening threatening to come too soon.
We share stories as we go and talk with more ease,
Sorting the differences that will always be there,
In the sky the sun joined by the moon.
The rhythm in our steps mirrored by the shushing of waves
Keeping time unconsciously with the gentle ebb and flow
Our bodies one with nature around us
Moving further out of the town , two figures travelling alone
Scent of sweet lavender - an old aunt comes to mind,
Quiet reveals winged insects, unknown to us.
Lovely imagery of a walk taken together, sweet times shared, different yet together. <3
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