Cuthbert Bay

With her grandchildren on the seashore where the sky has mingled with sea a rumbling she hears over waves' roar this was the beach she was supposed to be! The boy rained kisses her eyes had poured she was breaking so breaking within cut her bones the splintered dreams couldn't take it the girl of eighteen! Though parting for now will be in your reach when the full moon makes tides wildly rough please be that day on the Cuthbert beach passed thirty years to cross the gulf! She doesn't regret wonders to this day if really the boy caught the moon standing alone on the crags of the bay hearing the gulls' mournful croon!