Footprints
Visiting a beach full of childhood memories
Laughing, running, until exhausted,
Tide was out, expression used
Saw a vision of my Father, digging for bait
Pitchfork in hand studying sand and mud
Chose a patch of sand, is there something special?
All looked the same to children playing
Seagulls circling, screeching calls repeating
Removed Shoes then my socks
Rolled up my trousers what a sight
Laughed inwardly as to the scene unfolds
Aware of footprints leading into the distance
Remembered the game of measuring sizes
Who was it that walked before us?
Checked length of stride of footprints before me
A strange sight for anyone watching
A grown adult acting as if a child
My feet fitted into footprints before me
The stride felt so comfortable
Stopped for a rest looking skyward
So many seagulls, whirling, circling
Turned to view the trail of footprints
None behind me none in front
Sat on the sand, puzzlement indeed
Stood to walk back from where I came
No footprints appeared in the sand
A person walking on the beach
I tried to dodge, they passed right through me
Copyright © John A'Hern | Year Posted 2021
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