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Dec 20, 2008
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Video recall
As if I had a video in my brain,
some days we spent come sharply back.
On a beach not far from Cork, still kids,
we played at being Bedouins
on grass-topped dunes,
with beach-towels round our heads
and hurly sticks as guns.
An inlet split the beach in two.
To get back to the car
we had to wade a swelling tide.
Who carried me to safety? Was it you?
some days we spent come sharply back.
On a beach not far from Cork, still kids,
we played at being Bedouins
on grass-topped dunes,
with beach-towels round our heads
and hurly sticks as guns.
An inlet split the beach in two.
To get back to the car
we had to wade a swelling tide.
Who carried me to safety? Was it you?
— Robert Melliard, Dec 20, 2008
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themoonman
17 years 5 months ago
Robert...
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Hi Richard
themoonman
17 years 5 months ago
Robert...
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Thanks
orgami
17 years 5 months ago
fine sand poems
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Many thanks Orgami
weirdelf
17 years 5 months ago
I love this poem,
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Thanks Jess