POEM TITLE Pockets full of sea glass
POEM Pockets full of sea glass Stick made dens as tall as trees Estuary mud up to your knees Windowsills all covered in shells The rotten sprout field oh how it smells Playing out in a princess dress and wellies With a pick and mix bag fresh from Kellys Picnics with friends down the back shore T rees, ropes and sticks we need little more Fun at Easter with the egg competition Raising funds for fireworks was always a mission Daring to walk the Haunted Halloween close Playing snowball fights until your finger froze Up to Kim’s for a summer BBQ Tunes so loud you cannie hear the coos moo School trips to the beach to give it a clean Then up to the playpark, always so keen Every year a spectacular nativity But the presentee dance was our favourite activity Always someone to watch you, someone to care Stopping to chat, with enough time to share The ship that never sailed The horse that cannot rock The childhood that does not end
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