POEM TITLE When I was eight ......
POEM Blackness I used to visit
my aunt's house on the shore
My father brought us once a month
to the sand and see and more.
A post office and shop and lovely walk
to a castle far away
Today I came to visit , 50 years has passed me now
I had lobster for lunch in the nicest wee pub
and ice- cream from the machine
Now 58 I still appreciate
Blackness by the sea ......
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