Tuesday 25th August 

On Tavira's shore 
With sand so fine 
Bare feet sink 
A sweet design 

The gentle tide 
Laps and calls 
Washing free 
Crumbling walls 

A whispered breeze 
A salty spray 
Brings forth a calm 
To greet the day 

Sunbeams dance 
Golden gleam 
Waking from 
That sweet dream 

Each tiny shell 
A story told 
Of ages past 
Fragments of old 

The rhythm soft 
The ebb and flow 
Helps each spirit 
Truly grow 

Love you so much 

xxxxx