Swansea Bay

How many feet in times long ago Felt the sand between their toes The warm golden sand threading Their beads between each toe Those footprints lasting until The wind or tide consigns them To history. Only remains the oyster shells Making islands in the sand Around Swansea Bay. How many feet in medieval Times danced on that beach? How many oystermen launched Their boats out on a pale blue sea? How many Victorian children Danced and played, their footsteps The only trace of their existence Left behind in the golden sand. How many lovers walked Hand in hand, or sat and picnicked Looking out to sea? People come and people go, They fade with each passing year. They are but a shadow in the sand Their laughter but a distant echo, Their life but a footprint in the sand. The beach is now for future footprints That pass in coming times.