IN SUMMERTIME

Remember when
Wasn’t a crime
Sit on the beach
In Summertime.
Down to Penbryn
With picnic box
Where crystal sea
Runs through the rocks,
Blanket and book
Four pack of beer
Pencil and pad
Heaven is here
These are the days
Written in rhyme
On Penbryn beach
In Summertime
Is this the year?
Go there again
Soak up the sun
Don’t need a plane
More than five miles
Away from home
Still on lock down
Not in that zone
All that I want
Is to spend time
On Penbryn beach
In Summertime.

Harry Rogers in the Yellow Room, 20th March 2021.

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