3. Beached
I’ve misplaced my little brother
We were playing in the sand
He said that I should cover him
A game he’d clearly planned
Until I went for ice creams
I left my brother to it
On my return there was no sign
Why ever did I do it?
The beach I turned to turmoil
It gave me such a scare
Until I found him fast asleep
In a stripy old deck chair
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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