Something so vintage,
as a walk on the beach.
Though it is simple,
life’s lessons still teach.
Classes chalk board,
skies of blue.
Text book pages turning as waves,
as they reach out to you.
Seagulls flying,
clouds so white.
The beach is beautiful,
both day and night.
So come walk,
my dear friend.
Talk of things as they are and be,
simply that, no more, the end.
By Patrick Drum
