Williamstown, Blackrock

By Margaret Boles

On Fool’s Day Easter holiday,
My son and I are
The intruders on this city beach,
His childish exuberance
Running along the little promenade,
Keeps the flocks of ducks at some distance,
And the fishing heron murmurs his protest
When pebbles thrown disturb the water
Perhaps frightening his fishy meal.
The sea in calm is gently soothing
Soft waves merely a ripple by the shore…..