Merseyside

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Walking barefoot on a dingle beach
Dark brown salty water out of reach
Ankles hurt from hitting higher rounded stones
smoothed by broiling in the rumble tidal flow

the crab lines shine towards the hidden sea
cold fingered hands pull in full two day traps
to empty into shouldered canvas sacks
re baited with the secret scented wraps

it's colder now in deeper rolling wakes
and hard to throw the traps against the wind
But clothes will dry and crabs are all it takes
To pay for living now and past mistakes

And soon the sound of boots on cobbled stone
Will echo to the joy of coming home

Reviews

[Corset]

to live but such a simple life, it must be heaven where you are.

[emmajoy]

'But clothes will dry and crabs are all it takes ~ To pay for living now and past mistakes .. '

Love to read of past times anywhere, any time; somehow there seems to be a hint of 'wish you were here' to one's memories. I can near hear the sounds of lapping water and those boots stumbling home. There's both a hint of a harsh past melding and distinct scents of happiness.

[Ken Simm.]

Or eigh lar! The Scouse of yesteryear. Lyrical but not what is now, unfortunately.

[Kristina Moulaison]

I read this over and over. So well versed. Very satisfying, kinda like a good days work and the feeling of coming home is.