Swansea Bay Poem by David Wood

How many feet in times long ago
Felt the sand between their toes
The warm golden sand threading
Their beads between each toe
Those footprints lasting until
The wind or tide consigns them
To history.

Only remains the oyster shells
Making islands in the sand
Around Swansea Bay.
How many feet in medieval
Times danced on that beach?
How many oystermen launched
Their boats out on a pale blue sea?

How many Victorian children
Danced and played, their footsteps
The only trace of their existence
Left behind in the golden sand.
How many lovers walked
Hand in hand, or sat and picnicked
Looking out to sea?

People come and people go,
They fade with each passing year.
They are but a shadow in the sand
Their laughter but a distant echo,
Their life but a footprint in the sand.
The beach is now for future footprints
That pass in coming times.