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 ,