Wings of Time
WE used to come here at weekends toGet away from the madding crowd.
We walked in the sands collected
Driftwood, admired the rock flowers
Laughed at the screaming gulls.
At night when storm winds rattled
The cottage door we curled up by the
Fire drinking strong tea talking
Far into the night.....
All that was here remains-
But the cottage is gone-
Gone like you
Swept along the wings of time
Meryl Tookaram