A Trip To The Sea Poem by Mary Champion

On that lost childhood day,
we played in the sand,
splashed madly in the sea,
beneath the bright sun.
Laughter echoed all around us;
rebounding off the waves.
The sky, limpid blue
above a sparkling horizon.
Spirits soaring and wheeling
with the screeching gulls,
as smiles creased
ice-cream smeared faces.

Time melted into memory
as night shadows fell,
but we never forgot.

Now, we sit in the deckchairs,
lazily watching the children play,
much as we did.
And, just for a moment,
we are back there,
splashing as wildly,
shrieking as loudly
and drenched in
innocent joy.