<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Strand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw my father’s face last week, <br>across the gulf of time..<br>I chanced upon a photograph<br>That you had left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hair shock white, his shoulders large<br>from years of heavy toil, <br>His eyes pale blue, his hands were rough<br>from working with the soil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought I saw his face again<br>Across a crowded room<br>It must have been a trick of light-<br>a product of my gloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw my father’s face last night-<br>within a vivid dream.<br>We walked familiar streets of home<br>in forty year old scenes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long vanished homes and people<br>paraded through my head.<br>I did not choose to break the mood<br>or remind him he was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took my father’s hand last night<br>We walked a moon lit shore.<br>The beach’s sand was coarse and black<br>the surf a subdued roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The land behind was all I know, <br>But the Ocean beckoned me<br>So together, hand in hand, <br>We stepped into the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*** *** *** ***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*• a poetic term for a shore (as the area periodically covered and uncovered by the tides)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420276" data-title="The Strand de John F. McCullagh" data-description="I saw my father’s face last week, across the gulf of time.. I chanced upon a photograph That you had left behind. His hair shock white, his shoulders large from years of heavy toil, His eyes pale blue, his hands were rough from working with t..."></div> </div> </div>

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