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Give Thanks

At the end of a perfect day give thanks.

For the warmth of the sun and the sound of

The sea-shells shifting as each wave recedes

Before another line of white spume is

Lifted and dispersed ‘long the cobbled beach.

For harbour smells of lobster pots mingling

With the tang each tide’s seaweed brings from the

Ocean, candy floss and ice cream parlours.

For the spectacle of seagulls swooping

To snatch food from the laps of astonished

Visitors who, when their coaches leave, will

Always say “It’s been a wonderful day.”

So, as you go give thanks to God – give thanks –

At the end of a perfect day – give thanks.

Janet Wilkes

This poem was sent in by Janet Wilkes in response to Note 231.