Pier Kq Friday Poem by noel maddock

I’ve walked the pier again
Stepped inside the echoes of my footsteps
Each a comforting sound wave round my self
It’s here I’ve laid my deepest imprints down

To stay and live within this history
Passing on legend, yarn and song
Be a witness to the village
Arguing the toss between right and wrong
My days well rounded
By the meagre and the grand
The follies and pretentions
Of this heavy laden land

But I have looked beyond the breakwater
Seen moonlight tracing pathways far from home
I sense the sands of distant shores
Can be a pillow of tranquillity
Answer questions here ignored

Years later
I’m still walking shifting ground
Was my dream a folly?
Am I forever bound?