I wander along an empty shore
by David Wood
As a gentle tide slowly recedes
Among the sea weed and sea shells
That crunch quietly underfoot.
Only the sound of soft breaking waves
Invade the stillness of the hour.
Solitary footprints trail behind as evidence
And those of my hound, Clara.
A daytime moon looks down from a
Clear blue sky and as I gaze heavenwards
I wonder if she is also out looking up
At the same moon and thinking of me.