Sunday 17th May

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Just perfect blue

And shiny bright

Waves come dancing

Children’s delight

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Chasing the foreshore

Then retreating

Over and over

And repeating

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Surging again

To wet the toes

Screams of laughter

Slightly wet clothes

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So crystal clear

With dappled hues

Small fish swimming

Gulls to confuse

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Thinking of you

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

West End, Porthmeor Beach

The Island

Harbour high tide

A sunny Sunday

To the lighthouse

So very clear

Rope shadows

The steps

Towards the slipway