In a cotton dress by Morecambe Bay
On Arnside’s little beach below the Knott
I stand where sea and sand on my feet play
My feet enjoy the water, ripples,rays
I remember this, the waters fret
In a cotton dress in Morecambe Bay
We see the Barrow Train, the River flows
Feel the pebbles slippery,cool and wet
I stand where sea and sand on my feet play
As the sun sank, Grange and Cartmel glowed
The Priory’s ruins paid all beauty’s debt
I love my dress, in sun, in Morecambe Bay
My bony feet look thin, the water sways
I wish I could dissolve,skin holds me back
I stand where sea and sand on my feet play
Moments of great beauty guard the track
We may forget the sea shells splintered wrack.
In a cotton dress my mother made
I loved where sea and sand on my feet played
How my heart sings 
Very, very nice Katherine. Why I don’t know, some women object to the word “sweet.” But I think this poem is sweet, and that is a fine compliment.. I hope you are well, staying safe. We are well, as are our children and their children. Very hot here–100 degrees.
I think certain kinds of feminism have had a bad effect on men and women.I think we should not be worried anout PC.Thank you very much for your comment.I always value what you say.It’s noce here about 74 deg.Glad you are aall well.Katherine