One of the highlights was a poem written by group member Cheryl:
The Escape
As I sit, thinking back to the time I was a fisherman at sea,
Working on the fisher riggs, my bare feet feeling the pebbles, the hard, rough stone shore.
Using the rope for making net to catch fish, for my wife, for her to cook.
Where we would sit and have our tea, with our children at our feet.
I miss the escape, the sea air. Feeling free.
My time, just for me. I wish I could turn the clock back and go through it all again,
For my wife and me.
Working on the fisher riggs, my bare feet feeling the pebbles, the hard, rough stone shore.
Using the rope for making net to catch fish, for my wife, for her to cook.
Where we would sit and have our tea, with our children at our feet.
I miss the escape, the sea air. Feeling free.
My time, just for me. I wish I could turn the clock back and go through it all again,
For my wife and me.
Cheryl’s poem resonated with the group, painting a vivid picture of life by the sea and a deep emotional connection to simpler, meaningful moments. It’s a reminder of how writing can help us revisit memories and express what matters through a creative outlet.
A big thank you to Tash for guiding us through such a positive experience—and to everyone in the Sparrow Group for taking part so openly.
