Barber's Point Th
lay me down on that thin sheeted mattress
six feet long and three feet wide
let me feel the spring holes holding me so safe
as my head sinks into that thin navy issue pillow
pounding in unison with the ever roaring surf
Too soon will the screaming gulls end this sweet escape
But now the watery lullaby can have its way
As my mind races back to Wales and a tumbling stream
Wandering freely through leaf blown memories
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007
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