However, I have had spent the day running errands, during which, I found myself feeling homesick for England; in particular, the English coast.
In my broodiness, I found a sweet little poem on Poetrysoup.com, which brought to mind the happy times spent as a child, playing on the beach in Cornwall, remembering my own grandparents, and their endless love for us.
I have paired this poem, (written by Elaine George), with a photograph of my own, taken in Suffolk.
I hope this provides a small, but pleasurable break in the work week for you, my readers.
The Love of a Gentle Man , by Elaine George
There is a place where the land bows down
to kiss the misty tide,
where rolling waves bring memories
of the place my heart resides.
There among old fishing shacks
That stretch along the shore,
I find the thing I’m longing for,
in your sweet embrace once more.
We sit together on a weathered log
I carved my initials on,
and as you mend the fishing net,
I sing your favorite song,
“Oh Danny Boy”, falls on the wind
and floats across the bay,
As you smile at me and melt my heart,
with words you do not say.
Beneath a golden sun with fish
and the smell of wild flowers,
a little girl and her Grandpa sit
and while-away the hours
And when the sun dips in the bay,
we put the mended nets away,
and hand-in-hand walk home again,
to end of a perfect day.