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