The Inkwell#Holiday #Memories
An Impromptu decision
walking across the sands
on the way to dinner
Part of the sands
deep, fast running
and trapped tween the grooves
Another , lapped by the sea
deserted, but for footprints
left by the shoes
Trailing, then disappearing
the route almost visible
on the way to a fish salad
On a Sunday morning,
In the bright sunshine
You’ll see them all
In their finest
Taking a walk
With husband or wife
Along with the children,
Escaping the strife
No work for the blacksmith
The shops are all closed
They’ve all been to church
So a walk is proposed
And while making their way
To the local town fair
Some humbugs and sweets
The family will share
As mum and dad rest
In their boaters and hats
The children play games
With the balls and their bats
Looking down the Trafford Road
the kid has got some moves
walking as he listens to his i pod
and the latest grooves
Weaving tween the old un’s
he laughs and hums his dunes
Strutting like a cockerel
as he listens to his tunes
Confidence is Booming
he’s got the ladies eye
Only to catch a loose paving stone
and into a signage pole – he’ll fly
