Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks November 2014: Remembrance | Page 8

Changing Tides
Emer Hayes
I remember a time
When I was young and free
And whole summers spent

On the golden beach of Kilkee.
Through my eyes it sparkled and shined,
From the sun to the sand, and the cliffs to the sea.
I would build castles of sand.
As tall as my eyes could see and my arms could reach.
Day after day,
Trying to beat the tide.
Dad would dig a moat
All around our fortress
And I would dig infinite holes,
Deep tunnels through the town.
Down through the earth to uncover
Unlimited treasures and secrets.
Time was not an issue,
To me so young, it didn’t exist.
And dad lost time too.
Somewhere in my semi-toothed smile