Out from the broken lattice,
below the white clapped cottage side
water rushes from the sand point well
through the one turn tap,
onto wriggling toes,
beach sand splashes on the flag stone path,
toe and heel track away,
dripping foot slapped puddle shadows,
to the front screen door
that springs and slams,
the damp signs left behind,
from shore side joyful playing paused,
drying prints in the smiling sun,
kissed by the pine scent breeze,
carefree days’ passage kept,
by the flowing time of the cottage tap.