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When I was a child 💕

When I was a child 💕

I walk four miles or maybes more in flimsy flip flops and my feet are sore

So I take them off and carry one in each hand, coz I have reached the coastline as I stand on the sand

My frown turns around from the feeling of my feet , I love the sensation of the sand in the sunny heat

Tickling and tantalising, I dig in my toes into sandy swiggles where the tiny worm goes

I sit down on the beach and I inhale the fresh air and feel the sea fret dampen my hair

Yes I am at one with good old Mother nature, just like yon seafaring mermaid in a picture portraiture

If I was a Seagull I would be happy allday ducking and diving into the oceanic sway

But I am not a creature nor a bird that can fly, yet Oh how  I wish I had some wonderful wings to soar that beautiful blue sky

Imagine the splenderous sights I could see if I only had a wingspan to lift off and flee

So I paddled the puddles and smelt salty brine, coz this delight wets an appetite of mine

Such a taste of my childhood and a reminder of home, when I was a child where I used to roam…

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem
as aways like 
your new style 
good morning
JILL!!! didnt sleep to well
last night restless 

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Jill Tait

Aww Good morning Greg I actually had some zzz’s lol 🌹❤️🌹

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