Red Cliffs

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.