SEE 'N WRITE
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If thoughts of you drift through my fingers
There will be a pain that lingers.
As each grain falls to the ground
Little of comfort will be found.
I shall be left with an empty hand
And bitterness lying on the sand.
I'll walk on memories as I leave;
I'll hate, I'll love, I'll hurt, I'll grieve,
But if I purse my lips and blow
Thoughts of you will, flying, go
Off into the sunset sky,
Lost for ever.
And I wont cry.
Maybe I look fragile, being battered by the sea,
But everybody hopes there's still a lot of life in me.
For I'm the pier at Catho....that's Catherine Hill Bay.
(Australians always nick-name things in their own peculiar way!)
Catho was a miners town, in the days of long ago,
When life was very different, and the pace was much more slow.
The coal-ships used to leave from here; the pier was then essential,
But now the township's just a haven, quietly residential.
It's threatened, though! Developers have set their greedy sights
On this prime piece of coastline and they say they have their rights.
The way of life is threatened; a massive suburb looms,
Great mansions will no doubt arise with a thousand fancy rooms!
We hope the sun's not setting on our lovely Catho Bay!
We hope the desire for progress will let this one treasure stay!
I really liked the fisrt one:)
It was very moving, Thank you:).. Somehow when I see any picture of sea and sand, it mostly invites me with rather sad, yet beautiful memories..
Two beautiful poems. Your goodbye poem is poignant and heartfelt. So lovely!
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