The sun there was always warm
(Thats how I remember it)
The smell of fish mingled with salt
made the air slightly damp,
but I was content -
which is better than happy
The sun glistened, sparkling on the water
And sunday mornings meant strolling
down the boardwalk with my thoughts.
Content
The memory is a good one but melancholy
Because it truly felt like home...
Author notes
Wexford, and goodtide harbour - and my little apartment that looked out over the bay - I will always miss that place!
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Comments
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Wexford sounds lovely. I enjoyed your poem, congratulations on your HM
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I could almost smell the salt spray as it drifts by the apartment window you speak of. Best wishes to you and thanks for sharing.
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