I Play on a Shingle Beach – March 2011

I Play on a Shingle Beach

i play on a shingle beach
i find that sand –
it is out of reach
i need them –
but they are not complete
setting out the wagons
before we can tail home
drinking from flaggons
the fear of being alone
i need me –
and all that i have shown
rome was –
not built in a day,,,
and london not in a week
southend marries the thames
as we start to speak
i search the star light –
to see if it leaks
that is why –
i play on a shingle beach




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James Garratt – March 2011