Sep 10, 2010

his story my story


childhood in the sixties

During childhood in hull l spent lot of time sailing out on
the wingfield castle,the ferry above.
chatting to girls, docking at New Holland across the water
returning to the pier , boarding again,
before sailing for Hull.
walking home and still having change from £2.00



a proper rust bucket docked in our local harbour
another ship awaiting scraping.
Time waits for no one.
Who can control the seasons?
.


God doe`s


This day of the present becomes our history,
his or her story
part of mystory always includes something of the seas and clifftop walks

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That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
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