I would my feet point to the West
Over hills til coastline bars
My travel onward
And I find in memories
A gentle rest
Then I would find
A road to East
Again to shores where rising sun
Shone on us, tho you now deceased
Would laugh to see the turnstones run
On promenade, when all was still
We smiled then
And I smile still
And in the West I found you first
And in the East we found such joy
In sea, and boats and seals and birds
My minds holidays with you
Now just of words
And images with which to toy,
Though now impossible to attain
To go away with you again.