A Thought
This time yesterday,
Summer there meant blazing sun,
And scorching sand beneath
Clear Mediterranean skies.
Summer there meant blazing sun,
And scorching sand beneath
Clear Mediterranean skies.
Last day of a fortnight,
Longing for you,
Slicing through waves
On a speed boat, soaking sunlight.
Swim to the rocks and back,
Meander along the sands
Chatted up by persistent Frenchman
Watching "Pirate" ships
Sail in and out of Hamammet.
Longing for you,
Slicing through waves
On a speed boat, soaking sunlight.
Swim to the rocks and back,
Meander along the sands
Chatted up by persistent Frenchman
Watching "Pirate" ships
Sail in and out of Hamammet.
Today, back in cool British August,
Far too bronzed for this weather.
With you on a pedalo, elated.
Murky middle of Askern lake.
Rain cascading in heavy droplets.
You smile your ray of sunshine smile
Looking ridiculous in compulsory
Bright orange life-jacket
When the lake is only two feet deep.
Far too bronzed for this weather.
With you on a pedalo, elated.
Murky middle of Askern lake.
Rain cascading in heavy droplets.
You smile your ray of sunshine smile
Looking ridiculous in compulsory
Bright orange life-jacket
When the lake is only two feet deep.
Summer here means grey sky
And constant drizzle.
Then the thought occurs to me -
You are all the sunshine I need.
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And constant drizzle.
Then the thought occurs to me -
You are all the sunshine I need.
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