To Be Me

I stood in the sea and watched it wash over me
I felt very clean and wet as a wet man could be
I sat on the beach and it was warm in the sun shining on me
I went to sleep and when I awoke you were there as close as could be
I felt happier than I’ve been and we walked in the sand holding hands just you and me
I looked at the sea and it was awesome and clear blue as blue as can be
I saw the hills and they were calling orange brown with tops full of green trees waving at me
I looked at the people around and they were all smiling just to be alive as alive as can be
I stood in the street and watched the colours of what everyone can be like the fish in the sea not so different to me

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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