Gims...so great to see you back!

NEW WORDS:
post, cramp, stuck, jar

Strolling along the sandy beach,
With nothing much on my mind;
I spied, washed up, just out of my reach;
A jar; - the marmalade kind.

It was stuck between two driftwood trees,
On a natural sandy sea coast.
I crawled over the trunk, chafing my knees,
Delighted, I saw inside a post.

The lid was sealed as tight as can be.
My fingers cramped till it finally gave in.
Crusted with salt and smelly seeweed,
I unscrewed the scratched up tin.

My hands trembled in excited anticipation,
As I tried to read the sunbleached writing.
I felt keyed up, I felt elation.
The curiosity was painfully biting.

Seagulls above me were crying their song,
As I smoothed out the paper under the sky.
The note, only four lines, - not very long;
Lifted me up, for it was so very wise.

‘I give you leave to do your utmost,
Time is a present,that we all yearn.
You have found me on a sandy coast,
My journey ends, now it’s your turn.’

New Words

Return, time-out, carnival, exuberance