Access Blocked By Fallen Rocks

This beach I've learned is out of reach,

its access blocked by fallen rocks.

No more will I enjoy the scene

of children on a summer day,

at play with shells on fine white sand.

Nor will I see them paddle there,

collect salt water in a pail.

Sail their boats where tides creep in and

hear them spin their fantasies of

stately galleons out at sea.

This loss, though sore, does not compare.

I shared this place where I would chat

with Dad, on all things this and that.

We'd walk and talk quite happily,

far greater is this loss to me.

Reviews

[Lorry]

There is always a sadness when things change and we lose access to places that are beyond special to us, for so many reasons. Although none more so than places of shared moments that are priceless.
More sad is the fact that others lose out too, which only adds to the sadness.
Beautifully written Chris. I especially liked the use of pail instead of bucket, it brought memories of my own gran, who used to mock chide us with the phrase "och, away to the pail", which I never did understand, but always made me smile.

[Chris Shaw]

That's twice I have enticed you away from your break Lorry. It must have been the memory of your Gran and the use of that word pail. Thank you so much for your visit. Have a good week-end.

Chris

[Lorry]

Well, I decided there was a loophole, that I only said I was taking a break from writing and not reading :)
My gran was proper old school gran. She called a vac a stoor sooker (dust sucker) and could lift her own bodyweight in homemade cake :)

[Chris Shaw]

Your Gran was awesome :) Loopholes are pretty good too :)

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

Such a sad loss of a favoured place for the family where they made marvelous memories. It amazes me how we humans favour a person, a place , a school and on and on...Prefrences might mean something on a deeper level...
Amazing and I'm so sorry about the beach loss.

[Chris Shaw]

The loss of the beach is a sadness to all who used it. I appreciate your lovely review Sami. Thank you so much.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Wild Rose]

Oh so sad
loss of your favourite beach
More still the memories you would recall of walking on the beach with Dad

Places do bring back happy memories
As do our pictures in colour or Black and white

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning Wild Rose. Hope all is good with you. Yes, it is the loss of the memories I have of that place which are far more significant. I used to sit there with my Dad and have afternoon tea while watching the sail boats work the breeze.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

Sounds really nice
I can just picture it in my mind > A river two of you sitting close white sails on the wide river mouth > Speybay is in my mind > A nature reserve on the Moray coast east of Inverness where dolphins swim (if your lucky)

[Arriam]

I love this and have a very similar hidden place that's overgrown, but, again, the memories are far greater than the place itself. Having this outlook really allowed me to see the sad sort of beauty in this. Bravo to you for publishing, and I look forward to seeing more of your work.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Arriam and for understanding the point of this poem.

Chris