New Brighton 1948

I ran upon the virgin sands
My footprints followed me
Morning waves moved far away
to take the morning sea
the sand looked on from underfoot
waving their straggley fronds
in token recognition of the day ahead
and her morning songs
Crystal shells of yesteryear crunch beneath our toes
before the mighty returning sea once more overflows
to drowns the footprints of today
beneath her lustrous drives
until another tidal ebb
another time arrives
to colour darkness with a prayer on
golden ageless sands
sand castles, star-fish, crabs and jelly-fish
disappear from the land
Timeless scenes are once no more
but each will rise again
tomorrow is a distant day for the thoughts of barefoot men
I walked away from virgin sands
and memories of distant lands

By Norm Whittle