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Life for a child at this seaside Village, wild and free
A band of misfits come together, boys and girls
They Gathered overlooking the village, a day of adventures waited
Through grassland over boulders, passing fisherman’s cottages
Clothing colours blazing as they ran
Girl’s dresses flowed as they ran to their adventures

Older ones watching out for younger
Across a road with ultra-caution 
Onward, the Promenade waited, Villagers on their daily walks
Children Running, always running, passing yachts 
People waving, People calling, all known to each other

The children holding plastic buckets
Searching among rocks, looking for Periwinkles,
Periwinkles quite tiny, delicious to eat
Periwinkles are snails of the sea

Oldest behaving as sheep dogs, keeping them together
Bare feet running across the rocks
Many inlets to explore, including caves 
Did smugglers haunt these caves in day’s gone bye?

The caves made voices echo, they shouted out with gusto
Coast guards hut, nestled on top of a coastal hill
Welcomed, with stories from days gone by
Looking through telescopes at the ocean
Laughter and voices of children at play

Summer appears, swimming added to their games
Clothing removed, swimming costumes underneath clothing
Into the ocean without fear, no lifeguard near
Swimming out and around the anchored yachts
Ocean water no fear for these self-taught aquanauts
Danger does not enter their kingdom of thinking

Reach the shore, aware of others still out there
They stand and look for trouble brewing
Adult minds with adult thinking
No need to say time for bed tonight
Their beds, safe and warm, ready for another day to dawn

School days came and went, children longing for the weekend
Growing up can be quite a shame, they no longer join in the games
Gang grows smaller as they grow older 
leaving village for pastures greener
All moved on, the silence quite disturbing
The wind now occupies the cliff tops

A young man and woman glance at each other, recognition happens
Friends watch on as they embrace, tears flowing
These two have bonded once again
Thoughts and memories turn to their village
Trying to contact friends from the past
Memories locked away, coming to the fore on this day 

They can only guess where the rest of the gang all went
Messages sent, hopefully making contact
Planned visit to their childhood village and breathe the air
They now live in cities resembling concrete jungles
Arriving at their village one fine summer’s day
Walk to the cliff top, out of breath by the time they arrived there

Hand in hand, looking out over their beloved village bay
This couple had added true love to their friendship
Holding hands, listening to the wind as it drifted around them
Both became aware of voices approaching

Both turned, who was visiting this place?
An approaching group came into sight
The group ran toward them, a gang rekindled
Friendship welcomed them once again

Worn out from greetings and emotion, the group joined hands
A line formed facing the ocean,tears flowed
All shouted out, we are never ever going to leave this place
It was the same as they had said as children

They stood and watched the Ocean, hour after hour
A pact was made on the cliff top that day, visit each year
This pact it remained until they became much older
The group dwindling until none remained

The cliff top remains, an overgrown area waiting for visitors 
The wind blows between the trees and undergrowth
Locals speak of hearing children’s voices on stormy windy days
Gossip of seeing two figures standing at the cliff edge, maybe.
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