SENSE OF PLACE
I sit upon the pebbled shore
Passing time, gone before
I cast a thought into the blue
Catch the waves, think of you
I look upon the coloured ground
All are lost, to be found
I hear the call of distant gull
My mind awash, as greyish dull
I smell the salty sea fresh air
A coldness dawns, now to bear
I taste the hurt of fallen time
My way is lost, sunken rhyme
I feel unsure on shifting sand
Long for earth, there to land
I sense a place is calling me
A place called home
Where I am free
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