Thursday, 1 October 2009 10:11:18
Thinking and remembering the sand...
The sand beneath sandalled feet
still wet from the retreating tide
streaked with lines of seaweed
a colour like no other
can you picture Marmite with a greeny-yellow tinge?
amongst the racks of weed
we'd find the harvest of the sea
washed wood, plastic pieces, corks, feathers,
all the flotsam and the jetsam
a boy could want
from which back at the caravan or bungalow
we'd fashion model boats
not delicate with sails and rigging
but rough hewn battleships
That's straight from memory to paper - so needs a lot of work but there are parts that I think sound quite good.