by Roger Robinson
For many the first time;
these kids of the tower block
and tarred playgrounds
now running towards this scene
of sea with its blended blue sky
and wave breaks of silver tipped froth
Most never even bother
to take off their shoes
or roll up their pants
Instead they run right in
splashing each other
with arcs and sprays of delight.
Sunlight threading gold
along the seas rippling
swells all around them
till the sea became the colour of smoke
and the sky lead; hijabs dripped
and Nikes squelched back to the bus
O city children you are as ancient
as water, as warm as the evening sun
as calm as the tide slowly pulling away.
Copyright ©:
Roger Robinson
Last updated March 07, 2023