ivan burit
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My Jaywickafter looking at crafted sand fiqures in a far off shore...
I look in wonder, in silence and awe
I look and wished and hoped i could draw
I look at the fiqures and scenes and saw
I look at the skill of scenes, fiqures and more
I wished i could be as clever as smart and clued
I wished i could craft with sands and hands not glued
I wished i could make as life like as a real life mood
I wished i could be gifted be great be one good dude
I have used my time spent on life things old and grey
I have used my thoughts to remember some far of day
I have used my high days and low days and sit and say
I have used my life's times from near and far far away
I wished for no more new things to make me look neat
I wished for no new shoes for new socks for my feet
I wished for no laws no new rules or regulations to meet
I wished for no years no new cards no new boxed new treat
I need my old life style my old way my comfort of home
I need my old neighbours my friends and some
I need no more changes to lifestyle to living like a gnome
I need my jaywick my hometown my time set in stone
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