The red cliffs
like grandfathers
watch down on us
as we walk along
You have forced my
Feet into stretchy
water shoes, they
are too big for
me but I do not
Fight, you hold onto
my arm, determined
not to let me fall
Little do either of us
know how that will
change in years to come
You are not young now
But your face has started
to drop, you are so
Small that my old coats
fit you better than they
do me, at this age
I still think you are
invincible, but like the
cliffs you are eroded
by the weather and
time, my own red-coiffed
Grandfather.
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