WORDS & PICTURE COMBINATION #4

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

CHILDHOOD DAYS

I REMEMBER CHILDHOOD DAYS
RAKING AND SHOVELING
FILLING THE SACKS
LOADING THEM PRECARIOUSLY
ON TO OLD DILAPIDATED BICYCLES .

BEFORE ME
A DESERTED STRETCH
OF SEACOAL AND SAND
LEFT BY THE RECEDING TIDE
TO BE PLUNDERED BY MEN
WITH 4 WHEEL DRIVES.

IN YEARS GONE BY
AS A BOY I DID THE SAME
THE METHOD IS THE SAME
BUT THE TRANSPORT
NOT SO THE SAME.

I STAND AND WATCH
AS THE SEACOAL MEN
FILL UP THE JEEP TO THE BRIM
AXLE STRAINING WITH THE WEIGHT
WATER DRIPPING FROM THE SIDE.

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES RETURN
AS SACKS OF SEACOAL
PERCHED UNSTEADILY
ON RUSTY OLD BICYCLES
READY FOR THE LONG HAUL HOME.

I GLANCE UP AT THE SCATTERED
WHITE CLOUDS IN A VIVID BLUE SKY
I LOOK TO THE SEA AND THE
MORNINGS SHIMMERING SUNLIGHT
AS THE 4X4 LEAVES ON THE LONG
HAUL HOME.


TURK :()