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Written by: Anton Von Stefan

April to May 9th, 1977

Thinking of simpler times at Second Beach, Stanley Park, where my brother and I played along the seashore.

    THOUGHTS OF YOU AND I


I had to go down again to the sea,
To the place we were once young and free.
I had to go to the sea again,
To the place you and I were ten.
Where we played and thought of imaginary lands,
A faint mem’ry the majestic castles of sand.

So down to the sea I went again,
To see the changes t’wixt now and then.
I saw that not much had changed since those wondrous days,
It was as if we had just left it yesterday.

That rock upon the beach and the expanse of sea,
The sandstone wall with the old bent and twisted tree,
That over the once high solid seawall had reached,
Now over the years that wall in places had breached.

Yet most things were the same as evening came.
The ships in the water ever so tame,
Were touched by the lighthouse beam all aglow in white,
Anon it passed dark shapes against a sky at night.
    
With the setting of the daytime sun,
Came the inner peace which oft I’ve known.
As twilight fades I watch; a new night has begun.
Content I turned from that seashore and headed home.

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