Sand dunesA Poem by sjbrentSand dunes when you are young and old
When you were small and little legs
couldn't carry you fast enough down the sand dunes and you would eventually fall over yourself and flip flop down before coming to rest in a pile of sand and helpless laughter spitting out sand and shouting, again, again! and you would carry on duning, until those little legs were too tired, to lift you to the top any more. Now of course, your lanky frame can take a dune in two or three strides those massive leaps not quite so high those grasses not quite high enough to hide behind but lets cherish childhood for one more day Lets run down sandy shoots as fast as we can. falling over at the bottom even though we don't need to lets be brave again when wiping the sand from between our toes and leave the grains to be wiped away from your own child's toes when their little legs will tumble down dunes and say to you "Dad its really good, come on" and you will race down sand dunes again. © 2016 sjbrent |
StatsAuthorsjbrentHertford, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutWork full time in London so not much time. Spare time is spent with Family and church duties. Occasionally I write poetry and short stories more..Writing
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