Crisp, dancing leaves Careening across the ground Chased by the wind Making a whistling sound
Those whipped-up waves Cavorting up the beaches Covering sand Towards the farthest reaches
Cold, pinched faces With hair flying awry Out for a walk Mindful of the dark'ning sky
Love you both so much Precious sons xxxxx
A chilly and blustery Porthmeor Beach Going for a surf Fast moving clouds A choppy harbour Incoming tide Good breeze for kite surfing White horses Dark clouds and a little sun Harbour waves Becoming quite dark beyond the pier, but the sun lit up the catamaran
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 