Canvey Island 1964

a simple poem about something I remember

the Thames estuary;

a flock of caravans

and a low sun

that narrows my eyes,

seawind full of salt,

pulling my kite

over the tide;

all in balance.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

I like this. A positive and happy memory. Your words made this very easy for the reader to join in, with their memories of having funas a child beside a large body of water.

[Horizon K.]

A simple moment, yet so elegantly expressed... You transmitted this moment and mood vividly to this reader... I just love that second stanza, and the ending... Over the tide/ all in balance...