I was all alone on the quiet beach
As I gazed at as land far out of reach
Between the land and I was the blue-green sea
-An ocean of water between my dream and me
The sun was setting on the harbour bay
The end of yet another spring day
Perhaps next spring I’ll be in that land
Sitting on it’s warm soft sand
Perhaps I’ll be in another place
Different people, a different race
Bleached white sand and high palm trees
And the sun setting on different seas
But there will come a time at last
When spring has gone, and summer past
I’ll catch a boat and once more come
Back to the harbour bay, and home.
© Amanda Samm 1971