Sands of Time
by Ian Curtress
I’ll never
see the sea again or smell the salty air
or hear the crashing waves, music to my
ear
I’ll not watch again the sea mist
rolling towards the shore
Pick up that special shell, excited, look
for more
A fishing trawler spotted, on horizon
barely seen
Hard men on board as there’s alway
been
Physically exhausting, danger every turn
But when safely back in port, for the sea
again they yearn
To hear the laughter of excited young
ones
With spades for castles yet to build
How can you describe the magic of a day
with wonder filled
Now the Sun is really hot, best day this
summer’s seen
Mums are well prepared with highest
factor cream
I have been so fortunate to have
experienced these cameos
As a Child, a Parent, a Grandparent and
it’s hard to believe
another generation beyond that, a
contented sigh I heave
Serendipity in rock pool, lifting every
rock
Let’s try the next one, never mind
the clock
See fun and possibilities in every single
thing
Crabbing with mussels tied on a piece of
string
Pull up very slowly avoid those nipping
claws
Happily challenging, mine's a bigger one
than yours
Such friendly competition came naturally
when young
Why do we have to grow up, want ladders
highest rung
Won't go down that route, it’s not a
day for clouds
Just think about the present, time enough
for shrouds
I guess I’m chasing sunbeams, of so
many happy days
Reliving moments, the tricks my mind
sometime plays
Cameos so great in number both as man and
boy
There are so many who will not know such
joy
So will wipe away my sadness and rejoice
when I hear my call
Better to have seen and lost
Than never seen at all |
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