Where I can be free

by Jem Croucher

My feet in the water
in Wellington boots
down on the sea shore
from whence come my roots
The soft wavelets lapping
as the light fades away
and we come here walking
at the end of the day

For this vacant seascape
holds richness and more
which I’ll always treasure
for it I adore
And I’ll never tire
of this vista I see
down by the water
where I can be free

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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