Sark Revisited - Joan M. Ozanne

We’d walked these lanes together
when the trees were saplings,
roamed the gorse covered cliffs.
watched the sun sparkle on the sea
and the tide rise and fall,
measured on ageless rocks,
while gulls flirted with the breeze.
Remember the carriage drive together?
Candles flickering in their lamps,
lights in cottage windows,
horse’s hooves on untarred roads
disturbing the stillness of a moonlight night.
Are you remembering too?

(Dedicated to Lawrie)

Joan M. Ozanne