On Godrevy Beach


By skinner_jennifer
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Dear diary...
I remember unbroken crashing
sound...as I waded out to sea,
leaning forward on my body
board, anticipating imminent
swell, ideal wave hurling me
forward; excitement when
traversing shore at great speed.
Now I close my eyes, visualize
Cornish coast; impossible dream
of surfing pure breakers...white
horses that feed on flights of fancy,
when life is slow.
Youth is a snapshot restored,
accompanies impressions – we
bathed in secluded Devils pool,
motley crew we were, yet our
parents brought us together with
enthusiasm, our daring eager to
clamber.
We searched for hidden treasures,
relished limpid rock pools where
unbound life furtively hid in
furrows, disturbed only by
undulating tidal flow,
beneath velvety calm green algae,
lies another world; minute living –
breathing creatures probe and pry,
as we with buckets and spades also
explored. Then at end of day with
salty hair and tanned faces we'd be
happy heading for home.
Photo's my own of body boarding on
Godrevy Beach back in the late 1960s.
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Beautiful, Jenny, really
Beautiful, Jenny, really enjoyed, Thank you
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Sounds idyllic Jenny -
Sounds idyllic Jenny - nothing like salty hair and a suntanned face!
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when life is slow we've
when life is slow we've nowhere to go, but back to ourselves.
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Lovely, Jenny, brought back
Lovely, Jenny, brought back my own happy memories of childhood holidays at the Cornish coast. 'Youth is a snapshot restored' - what a wonderful way of putting it.
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Clear memory of you enjoyment
Clear memory of you enjoyment at such an age.
beneath velvety calm green algae, lies another world; minute living – breathing creatures probe and pry,
very descriptive!
Rhiannon
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Surfin' Safari
I enjoyed this Jenny. I always enjoy the way you relive your memories through poetry.
This one could be retitled Five Meet the Beach Boys, by Enid Blyton.
Turlough
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"..surfing pure breakers..
"..surfing pure breakers...white
horses that feed on flights of fancy,
when life is slow."
That's a lovely way of capturing the notion of waves.
Evocative and very lovely, Jenny.
Another wonderful diary entry.
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