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:
Made me smile a lot.. just lovely!
shared thanks, nice.
Lovely :)
Lovely :)
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