September Memories Poem by Phillip Walter

As an onshore wind moves the trees
With the smell of seaweed on the breeze
Memories return just as they please.
Ah September!

Past holidays return with a leap
Spent here in Autumn when quite cheap
So exciting he couldn't sleep
In September.

A young boy not yet seven
Knee deep in mud soft and even
Thinks he's just arrived in Heaven
Great September.

This is the best place he ever saw
There's freedom here - no playground law
And he doesn't even know he's poor -
It's just September.

Years later and this man reflects
On life and love, wealth and sex
And why life now is so complex
Not September.

When he can walk this beach no more
And journeys to a higher shore
He will meet those pleasures gone before
Again September.