Youth

Down to the beach she goes
Bearing pail and scoop ..wide open eyes
Mother's hand..
Down to the sand..

They go

Where it's always the same 
Never the same 
Where it warmly..so softly ...
Slides between her little toes

Go slow 

Tussled curls in summer's dress
Mist... lightly filters sun and sky
The east side of the west..be we
Smaller waves...

Yet still...the sea

Child's eyes spot all the small 
Missed.. by jaded older 
Wonder... where the wonder went ?
It's still inside us all 

We've deafened..

To It's call