On white sandy beaches
Midst bucket and spade
Are towering sandcastles
Children had made
Moats filled with water
Collected from sea
Within plastic cups
We had once holding tea
With cockleshell cladding
To walls on four sides
Brought onto the beach
With the turning of tides
Happy are they
With the simplest of things
On white sandy beaches
What pleasure it brings
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
As one who lives by the sea-side I know what you are saying is right, simple pleasures are sometimes the best, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah childhood memories of blackpool beach come flooding back...: -) 10