Lucky enough to get a few rays of sunshine. Whizzed down to beach with Treacle.
Begging for Pebbles on the Sand
by Les Gardonyi
Little rocks come rolling in
From the cold sea's treasure bin
Longing for hot summer's choice
I pass them by without remorse
Sunken footprints following me
I turn, they stop -there's only the sea
Some clouds above with streaks of white
Match the beach's snowy blight
Winter's frost has brought it's poverty
Coating rich rocks with a frozen canopy
Even the shells that roll up like dice
Now linger on shore contained in ice
Reflecting at my own condition
Sadness strips me of contrition
I hold a shell in my gloved up hand
And go begging for pebbles on the sand
