Neville

Three Summers

Three Summers

 

Do you ever think back on

those good old days

when we could sleep on

the beach, if we so chose

beneath stars ..

And if it ever dared rain

or to blow even,

neath the warm yet still

salty and rough

tarpaulined hull of some

upturned

old fisherman’s craft ..

And where, if my memory

still serves,

I seem to recall, we spent

three whole summers

just living and loving like that ..