Sad toys and windswept flowers 

Left on memorial benches 

A hollow champagne cork 

Echos like a tolling bell 

There is a rough concrete road 

That has no conclusion 

It just vanishes into the sea 

The Roads to Freedom 

Is used when the sea defences 

Are worn tired and flat

I found a soft sea shell 

Which I gifted to you 

A refugee from a recent storm