I’m going to eat hot doughnuts at the beach.
And play the slot machines. I’m going to taste
The things that, now, are so far out of reach.
I will not let my freedom go to waste.
I’m going to go swimming in the sea
Eat fish and chips while seagulls wheel and scream
And if the bastards come and steal my tea,
Well, let them. I’ll just fill up on ice cream.
I’ll walk along the shore collecting shells
And pebbles. I’ll build wonky towers of rocks.
I’ll sit and watch the waves, the troughs, the swells.
I’ll watch the boats unloading at the docks.
Locked down, landlocked, a distant dream for me,
But all that I can think of is the sea.
Tom Juniper Poetry 