Old man I see you there
Looking out with your ambitious stare
Wondering if you would like to share
A word or two if you may spare

What brings you here upon this view
His response quick witted as if on cue
I'm watching my son and his sons too
Play in the ocean as I still do

Ahh a surfer I see with anticipated glee
As I begin to unravel his history
A kayak his choice of toy to be
Not bad since he was near seventy

Grew up here in this coastal town
Watched the changes all around
How structures moved the sand up and down
And rock walls grow where banks were once found

I used to jump of the rocks in the early year
But it's all different his persona not to fear
It's still a beautiful place to endear
I come to refresh my mind and clear

Any pictures you may have of the past
The question struck a chord as I did ask
There is one I still have that will outlast
All others as if a spell it did cast

It was taken back in seventy four
With a mate of mine I used to adore
Sharing some weed through an open door
Of an old beat up ute and the ocean before

But his grandson limps up from the beach
Hobbling along with words out of reach
And just like that he redirects his speech
To learn the words his grandson will teach...........