Footprints Poem by Les Littleford

Dancing on the beach
at sunny August Barwon Heads
the grandchildren,
blissfully unconcerned by winter cold,
frolicked
with simple joy
leaving footprints in the sand.

We watched with indulgent pleasure
and my mind wandered to scenes of our children,
displaying the same delight
in winter sunshine after wind and rain.

And I was suddenly aware
of the years disappearing
as swiftly as footprints in the sand.