A Poem for Thursday.

A Poem for Thursday

Today at the writers' workshop the prompt was from Shauna. She gave each of us some pages with interesting lists, to make us think about our lives and the people associated with us at various stages of it.

Time Line..............I choose 10 - 15. ...it was the 50s, it was Co Down, and all was well in my world.

Before the Fall

Time was endless, friends were many.

Vicky and Sandy, and I was Gerry.

We laughed a lot, linked arms and talked

About boys we fancied and those we stalked.

A caravan was where we gathered 

Under the stars at Ballyferris

Our bare feet kicking the silver sand.

Where time was endless, nothing planned.

"There's  Cassiopeia and there's the Plough".

"Oh your luck's in, there's a shooting star!"

We raced down maran covered dunes

And harmonised on Western tunes.

And miles away on the far horizon

Were ships bound for ports in the land of England.

We seldom thought of our futures then,

But time and tide don't wait for man.

They pass unseen and never waver

Then gather up all in their net without favour.

And I daren't go back to that holy place

Where time stood still. A time when space

And mercy was real, before the fall

That enveloped and overwhelmed us all.

Woody Guthrie...The Man in the Sand.

Go down to the water where the oil floats by

And drop your head down and cry

And write with your finger in the sand

And mail it out with the tide

Mail it out with the high and the low

And watch the marks on the sand

And listen to the fog on the homeless waves

And feel the salt sea in your hand.

Smell the sea wind - taste on your lips

That foam that rolls over my lost ships

And write your letter once more in the sand

Where the breaker dips and the undertow slips

And when nobody's looking - kiss your hand

And touch to the nose of your man in the sand

And then lay down with your head on his chest

And be nice to your man in the sand.

I'm just a sucker for the sea and poetry... and it's got them together in bundles here..