On the beach in Summer
British weather kept a cold grip on things
As we’d walk along
Your old metal detector humming
Sweeping over the sand
And seaweed
Over the pebbles
And empty shells
Looking for treasure
You’d walk ahead
Hiding coins below the surface
For me to find
And I’d pretend I didn’t notice
Pretend I was surprised
When the beep beep beep came
Pretend the coins were ancient
And I was the luckiest boy
On the beach in Summer
