Colour chart kid. 

Still as the water that 

My naivety was born 

my toes made exclaimation’s 

With the eyes witness too

Bullrushes swaying like  

the clockwork movement 

A mouth put on hold 

wide of the marked field.

As the colour chart kids 

calling for calm hide 

where many that said 

the sea defences that fall down

are not always worth saving 

we skimmed read the book

Of broken atoll 

Looking at Lustre worn stone’s 

and the minutes left from 

the Abbatior landscaping hollow. 

Digging a marble dice retrived from

Long forgotten Game of Solitaire.