Art Arena's World Poems - Blakeney Point

Blakeney Point

A Poem by:

David Coe

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Remember,

walking, the crispness of winter grass,

from Blakeney to The Point,

talking of dreams that would pass the day,

and running to catch the sea,

where lions play,

the day you saw footprints in the snow,

and delighted in their form,

the way your breath courted the winter mist,

and kissed to catch the dew,

standing motionless, waiting for a sound.

We would walk miles to be alone,

and then back to Blakeney,

to eat and talk about things we had seen,

thinking this would never end.

It was so good,

when we walked the winter grass.

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