Hour 5 – The Sea

Childhood was a long time ago.

There’s a difference between memory

and what we know.

There are places, sure, I remember well;

The sailing club with all it’s perks,

The mansion of my bestest friend

But few places held my attention.

I guess, it would have to be, for me,

The sea.

A place of fun and happiness

An escape with an endless horizon

Of possibility.

A source of interesting food and smells.

The ever soothing ebb and flow of life

At the edge of land,

Where anything could come

And anything could go.

I have lived, land-locked, for many years now.

Everyday I miss the sea,

It’s not a memory,

It’s what I know.

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