Pebble found on the beach

I picked a pebble from the beach,

Meaning to throw it into the crashing waves,

But held it back as feeling comfortable in my grasp

And it’s grey pattern having caught my eye.

I held it back in the excitement of the advancing tide

The scrunch of sand and stones beneath my feet

The seagulls loud and raucous call

The salt water’s white spume flying to the breakers line.

I held that fascinating pebble as a momento of that wild day

The busy sounds, the delightful sights, the fish and chips smell of the Suffolk seaside.

Better than sweet rock with the name of the resort running through its middle

I had a heart impressed on that dark pebble

A treasure for my memory of a fine day beside the sea.

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7 Responses to Pebble found on the beach

  1. Reblogged on letters and notes, great write!

  2. Reblogged this on Letters & notes and commented:
    Great write by david potter here.

  3. Very evocative. Well written.

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