The Shore Remembers Me
The seashore knows, the path I tread.
Records my steps, when I have fled.
In prints I cast, the post-card shows,
The path I tread, the seashore knows.
Gulls see my stance, as swells flash past.
The post-card shows in prints I cast,
As wave surge clears, rushing to dance,
As swells flash past, gulls see my stance.
Seashells snatch sighs, replaying tears,
Rushing to dance, as waves surge clears.
The wind keeps tune, as my hair flies,
Replaying tears, seashells snatch sighs.
In sharp relief, shadows on dune.
As my hair flies, the wind keeps tune.
Blown sand repeats my secret grief.
Shadows on dune, in sharp relief.
Foam sings along, as the wave beats.
My secret grief, blown sand repeats.
The sea shanty, strums I belong,
As the wave beats, foam sings along.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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