Home Poem by dianne anderson

I Walk Along The Shoreline On A Lovely Summers Day
The water Laps My Toes And Gently Rolls Away
A Child Is Flying A Kite It's Soaring Up so High
It's Chasing Fluffy White Clouds As They Skim Across The sky

There's Pebbles Beneath My Feet And Gulls Above My Head
And Out to Sea There's A Yacht With Sails Of Scarlet Red
Pretty Coloured Seashells Lay Scattered In The sand
And I Marvel At It's Shape As I Hold One In my hand

The Waves Roll In And Out Each One Edged In White
This Beach Of Mine Feels Perfect And Everything Feels Right
It's Not A Tropical Island Or A Far Off Distant Land
This Is England This Is Home And I Couldn't Ask For more.