Bayshore

Foul scent of salty sewer,
smells I grew to love.
Peas gravel nipping at my feet...

Destination black squishy tide flats.
High tide called home,
Moon sounding her retreat.

Alas, my playground now appearing,
inviting pea green slime beckons.
Yeah, Slip...Slide...Sink...Scary,

And me, the master of disquise,
Rich Black-green mud covering body...
Tiny creatures crawling, saying "Hi" skin!

Magical Childhood wonderland...
Silly, so silly and carefree fun,
Wishing I were eight again.

by Diny