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




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