Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Children Again


Some grizzled man
Who once was four
Holds a tiny grandson hand
By a pebbled sunny shore
Teaching the thrill of throwing stones
Safe, exuberant, secure
While wind tears hair
From the back of waves
Trying to Canute the fall
Before ebbing away for more.

5 comments:

Jali Hicks said...

Made me smile a lot.. just lovely!

Jali Hicks said...
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teifidancer said...

shared thanks, nice.

Writestuff said...

Lovely :)

Writestuff said...

Lovely :)