Soft rays of morning sun
Not quite reaching the shore
The rock sits in silence
Waiting for someone to come and explore.
Stomping and mumbling
A boy stamps along
Shells crushing under his angry feet.
The rock looms large
And his bleak mood shifts.
A submarine! All his!
The rock is transformed by his play til midday.
Hot afternoon sun beats down on the rock
Along comes a girl
In her pretty summer frock.
“My fairy castle!” she cries.
With a skip and a dance
She enters the fairy world
Totally entranced.
The rock is transformed by her play
Til her mother’s call breaks the spell.
The sun sets with a warm rosy glow.
I sit on the rock
Feeling it’s warmth rising inside me.
My space. My sanctuary.
My time to play
As the sun sinks down on another magical day
31/8/12
Coral McCallum 