We visited St.Agnes on a glorious day, just right for relaxing on the beach; needless to say Clive had his camera. He left me with my notebook - below are the words that formed.
Beach-combing Boy
Lying
on soft summer sand
I
watch him ~
Clambering,
searching
Shapes
in crevices,
Rocky
pools ~
For
hidden gems.
Now
sitting, trying to read ~
I
smile, watching him more.
Kneeling,
peering ~
Nose
to objects,
Lens
to subjects ~
Fingers
touching, turning over.
Kids paddle, scream.
Dads build sandcastles.
Mums hope for a moment of peace.
~
Dogs chase balls
Into the rushing sea ~
Where surfers ride the waves
Hot
sunshine warms my soul.
I
laugh at his antics ~
A
noisy ocean booms behind him.
He
is oblivious,
Lost
in creation ~
Seeking
the perfect shot.
He
moves across busy beach
With
contented grin.
Head
down, still searching ~
Bare
feet leaving prints of sand.
I
wait for him to remember me.
I
watch him. I love him.
When he came back he had found this heart stone amongst rocks and seaweed; a perfect shot. And I have the perfect souvenir.
I think it will make a great romantic card!
See you soon, PPx
St.
Agnes 28.07.2012
