In memory I watch trees bending,
Bowing in the offshore wind,
Grasses trembling at the prick
Of thorns of blackberry bushes,
While gulls overhead
Screech their indignation
At the intrusion of
This future shade of the boy,
Recognized as the careless imp
Who once tormented them.
Photo: The beach by Pensacola Bay I used to roam as a boy. My photo, somewhere between 1955 - 60.
Donovan Baldwin