Dreams of Yesteryear
A day at the seaside,
A bucket and spade,
What a treat a donkey ride,
Playing with shells,
Sand between my toes,
A pool where a little crab dwells
Gulls fly high in the air,
As i skip along the beach,
A child without a care,
Packing up it's time to go,
Shadows dance across the sand,
The bus is swaying to and fro,
I feel the shell within my hand,
My eyes closed....
The dreams of yesterday,
are here to stay.
By Dianne Tyrell
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