Saturday 4th November
Silently treading
Through the depths
Of my unconsciousness
Weightlessly floating
In the blue swell
Of countless oceans
Lost on the winds
Blowing imperceptibly
Across grassy meadows
Gently encompassed
Within a silken cocoon
Of mellifluous dreams
That’s where I’ll find you
My sweet Angel
My darling boy
xxxxxx
Beautiful rainbow across Porthmeor Beach
A wintry looking sea
Blustery winds, scudding clouds and a little bright sunshine
Young swans in the harbour
They had probably flown across the bay from the estuary at Hayle
A ‘Jumbo’ sailing in the late afternoon sun
A replica, nineteenth century, fishing lugger
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 