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Beach Walk

 

Prestatyn – the top beach,

a day at the coast.

Shoes off, socks off,

it’s time for a walk.

 

Along the wood path, 

built in the dunes.

High views of the beach,

the sea and the golf course below.

 

First though, the car parks

hot rough tarmac.

With a minefield of stones,

some rough, some smooth,

which will it be?

 

Sand reached, relax

toes can sink in.

Hot sand, sun warmed

on this bright chilly day.

 

Not so, when sand deep underfoot.

Hot sting to deep chill,

as my footprint sinks down.

Warm planks, offer chilly reprise.

Though spiky dune grass pokes through the gaps in-between.

 

I walk down to the shoreline,

and quickly retreat.

Ice cold the wet sand,

toes in a tingle.

 

I’m barefoot in winter, what else did I expect?

 

A § M 

07/03/2019

    

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