Tuesday, 10 January 2017

APAD 10: Gorn swimmin'

Gorn swimmin’

At the end of me workin’ day
I stops at the beach
ditches me boots
and the rest of me clobber
'cause the sea is me joy

When he was younger
before he was too old
he’d take us to the beach
not that he’d ever swim
he’d rest on his stick-to-fold-out-seat thingo
and watch us play
in the sand
in the shallows
and we, both him and us
would beach our troubles away

The funeral was as good
as funerals can be
a long life well-lived
a well-loved

we walk to the fishing club
tell stories old and new
as the water pats gently at the sand

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