Creamy clouds billow upon the bay.
tripping each other on their route towards me.
Sprinkling a light dusting of snow on the sandy beach.
Clenched hands now in pockets.
swirling clouds now envelope and dance around me
hail now drumming on the roof of parked cars
rising quickly dancing pounding thundering
I shut my eyes against the sharp hail as it flies about
My boyhood memories are of a warm golden beach
the mussel beds upon the rocks was my playground
I remember picking up potatoes salty from the sea
dumped by farmers to keep the prices up, “Tasty”
Fisherman and farmer in unison between here an Lambay
Our small 4 berth caravan regularly held eight
Or more, no one ever got turned away
And when a lady on the beach asked for a pot of hot water
my mother was always ready to oblige.
At night I would look at the stars
lying on the warm bonnet of my father skoda