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The Treasure Of My Youth!
When I am lost, in grief, or in pain,
I retreat to a place and a time of power.
The magical place that keeps me sane,
I stray there for an hour.
Gentle, green waves lap the shore,
Pebbles rattle and slide,
On the beach of fine shingle.
Beyond the head the breakers roar.
While two small boys skim stones on the tide.
A dog gives chase,
To gulls, screaming salty obscenity.
This is the place I choose to hide.
With my dog and my brother at my side.
Forty years on, I savour the smell.
The salt tang and the rotting wrack.
As fresh in my mind as the new bread.
Cloudless the wide blue sky.
With roaring surf, beyond the head
I grasp a small stone, polished, red,
A perfect sphere, ribboned with gold,
Jasper and pyrite forged by the gods.
And I still have it!
The treasure of my youth.
Beautiful piece, I really enjoyed reading that... wish I could go back to my youth - I'm gonna be THIRTY in January, I know that's not old but I FEEL it sometimes (not today tho, I feel bloody GREAT today!).
By the way, did you find your baccy in the end? I never did find that particular pouch that I once wrote about...
TAAvSM x