on the coast path

on the coast path

grey pours the ladle

that pours o’er the weed

pawing the pebbles

you know how we need

this path to sea

this path to our swim

that is laid by the feet

of those going in

there be the shallows

the weed swaying to and fro

in the shadows an anemone 

and things for your toe

that lift up your spirits

of mind from the mire

long falls to eye

to a sky that’s on fire

curved curves the path

from this bay to that

so early in the morning

sheer bliss sheer bliss

to swim with the dew

that you had on your toes

under the gorse to the bay

and so it goes so it goes

take me again

take me once more

to swim down a memory 

of sand on my toe

and i will stay where you buried

that sandman of old

and may it be told

how that old man of the sea

behold it was me

oh yes 

it was me