• Dom Giddy

Stand, Be Me.

Foreword: On a mammoth walk along a coastal cliff path with my family in Pembrokeshire, we find a tiny beach to rest for a while. Whilst the kids played on the beach, I wrote this.


Breeze roaring past my ears Waves crashing On shoreline near


Stones for skimming On glistening tops


Sandy wet feet Laughing lots


Our own adventure Deserted beach we find Breeze blows all my worries behind


Mesmerising sound of tide in and out Only disturbed by occasional shout


Of laughter and love as siblings play On sandy surface feet run On this most stunning of days


Sweet salt air blows in from afar Brings melancholy memories Of lost loved ones Memory door ajar


Come flooding back Like the tides of the sea


As I stand here listening Just stand here Be me.


(©) Dom Giddy 2019

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