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