Poem: Summer-Wanderings

We were never to cross the road alone
To reach the salted seaside shore.

The wooden, rickety, stilted building,
With lumpy beds and hospital sheets,
Smelly bathroom, cement kitchen, creaky floor,
Was our loved location in the summer days.

Scattered friends brought together at those precious times.
We sat together during evening service,
Tantalized by the fishy sea breezes.
Playing games till midnight, scary stories till three,
Then sneaking out across the road,
To walk in the sand with the sweltering sunrise.

We were never to cross the road alone
To reach the salted seaside shore.
HRLyons