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Post by ARENA on Sept 9, 2017 7:52:30 GMT
As I wandered free and easy,
all along The sandy shore,
Dipping toes into the sea edge,
listening to The tidal roar.
Surrounded by the sounds of summer,
heated by The sun,
Noisy,strutting seagulls eating,
Laughing children having fun.
I came upon a punch and Judy,
loud and raucous, puppet show,
Fond memories of a childhood stirred,
is it that long ago?
Oh! no it isn't Punch, said Judy,
Oh! Yes it is the kid's replied,
It's right behind you they insisted,
hurry! hurry!go and hide.
Donkey rides, passed by,
and as I reached the pier,
I thought, I'll have an ice cream,
or perhaps a pint of beer.
for tea some fish and chips,
before it gets too Late,
A day out at the seaside,
is nostalgia on a plate.
D Cranney
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Post by althea on Sept 17, 2017 14:26:26 GMT
I wrote a poem about my love for the seaside. Here it is.
I could always smell the ozone
before we could see the sea.
I could hear the huge waves crashing
trying to break free
of the ocean.
I was first to spot the great white Gulls
swooping from the sky
and watch their acrobatics
and hear their piercing cry
and commotion.
I'd skip across the hot white sand
and plunge headlong in the sea
for I loved that cool salt water
that always welcomed me.
A soothing lotion.
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