Eyes wide open
the adventure begins
kicking sand and crushing shells, hunting for starfish with his new friend.
Laughter and shouts fills the air as they run with the dog without a care.
Then back to the car to move up the coast and a chance for a moment to thaw themselves out.
Skipping like fools all holding hands watched by his mother as she laughs out loud.
Then calls to come as the day is done, their faces cold as they've looked in rockpools.
Mummy look! Here are the fishes as the time flies by and the wind is bitter.
Blue in their cheeks it was time to go, so shoulder rides to cross over the rocks.
Almost there as the cold wind bites, but always time for a pitstop for Ice cream.
Then home as they laugh and start to warm up, their memories made with pockets of shells and a stone for a friend.
A winter's day so windy and cold?
Couldn't see it myself, inside all were warm.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Eyes wide open
the adventure begins
kicking sand and crushing shells, hunting for starfish with his new friend.
Laughter and shouts fills the air as they run with the dog without a care.
Then back to the car to move up the coast and a chance for a moment to thaw themselves out.
Skipping like fools all holding hands watched by his mother as she laughs out loud.
Then calls to come as the day is done, their faces cold as they've looked in rockpools.
Mummy look! Here are the fishes as the time flies by and the wind is bitter.
Blue in their cheeks it was time to go, so shoulder rides to cross over the rocks.
Almost there as the cold wind bites, but always time for a pitstop for Ice cream.
Then home as they laugh and start to warm up, their memories made with pockets of shells and a stone for a friend.
A winter's day so windy and cold?
Couldn't see it myself, inside all were warm.
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