Footprints - Poem by Les Littleford
Dancing on the beach
at sunny August Barwon Heads
blissfully unconcerned by winter cold,
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.
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