From a half way house
On Burnt Ash Hill
She looks out at the road that looks down to the sea
Where a boy in a beach hut is brewing up tea

She dreams of seahorse eggs, bladder wrack, starfish in the sand
With the Balkan girls on the West Beach
And their prams.

We crossed the world for love and work
Lost out minds to both
Here in the wreckage of Dreamland
Eliot’s Wasteland
To lie under Turner’s pink skies

From the half way house on a Westerly wind
Over The Sun In The Sands
She could leave like the tide past the wind farms
Far out to sea
Making tea

Seahorse eggs, bladder wrack, starfish in the sand
Balkan girls on the West Beach
Pushing prams.

J Hayter 2012