Sunday, 8 May 2016

Where do I stay?

Where the grass sways, tickling my feet. 
Where the old bach sits quietly watching cars cruising past.
Where the river mouth washes the stones. 
Where the beach dances alongside the burning sand. 
Where the cafes steer at me as I walk passed. 

2 comments:

  1. Good good Jacob. I have been on a beach to

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  2. Wonderful descriptions. I'm pretty sure I know where you are describing. 😜

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