Children of the Shore: Poem

They remember mornings grey & foggy
When they rushed out to play-
And all the town would still be groggy....
When together- they ran towards the bay.

They remember watching the sea gulls eat,
From perilously close quarters;
They remember the sea scent- salty sweet
And the joyous life sans fetters.

They did together whatever they planned
And always found a way,
Of enjoying themselves on that silver sand
Through out their daylong play.

They used to wait for the evening star,
As a sign to go back home
When the beautiful cliffs afar,
Would be swathed in pink and chrome.

When in summer the days had been
A brilliant blast of gold
In a sandy cave, lazily
They'd lie 'til hours had flown.

The ceaseless roaring, had at each night
Lulled them to wondrous sleep;
When in their homes- so warm and tight
The ocean's voice would seep.

The murmuring waves of the ocean's shore
Still splash as if they pry
Its children who've now outgrown their yore

Oh why must Time pass by?


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Another attempt at poetry by me. The original ending however, had been something like this-

The briny beach weeps for its
Dear children of the shore
And still visits them in their dreams
Brilliant with hues of yore.

-but was discarded because it sounded too Our Casuarina Tree-ish and furthermore, it failed to capture that feel about Time passing- which is the essence of the poem