Take Me Away

Take me across

The heather-topped hills.

Let’s drive, window down,

So, my hair tickles my face.

Take me to

The sandy beach.

Toes dipped into North Sea.

Collected shell mementoes.

Take me to

The cobbled streets

And hidden yards.

See the living history.

Take me down

Henrietta Street.

Strong smoked kipper smell.

Imagine we live there.

Take me up

To St Mary’s.

I will read the gravestones

And think about what life is.

Take me to

Visit Whitby Abbey.

Let me feel small and insignificant

Against the ancient walls.

Take me down

The pier.

Hold my hand.

Watch the pink-gold sunset.

Take me to the harbour.

Look at the colourful bobbing boats

And feel serene.

Take me across the swing bridge.

Be lost in the sea of faces

And familiar football shirts.

Take me to

The Whalebone Arch.

Pose for photographs

In front of dramatic views.

Take me to

Our cottage.

Sea-air induced sleep

And dreams of tomorrow.