In Mid Air

    And the bells rang
    As the sand walked softly
    To the sea which sang
    Gently to itself
    In the town which was St Pol

    And as we walked the street lamps
    Walked with us, talked of the days
    When the tourists came and
    Tickled the sand and
    Played with the sea and

    "I wonder if squirrels live in these trees,"
    You said through the wine
    And I
    Expected so
    With the bottle hanging

    In mid air.