Sitting on a deck chair
on the sand by the sea,
watching castles being built,
with a bucket and spade.
Children dance through each wave
that wanders to the shore.
Seagulls swirl above our heads,
waiting for some morsel to fall.
Babies with coloured hats,
eyes trying to take everything in.
A day at the beach,
a relaxing time for all.
Ice lollies on their sticks,
melting under the sun.
People of all ages race
to the waters edge,
then splash and frolic there,
on a day out by the sea.
11 June 2007
As one who lives in a small seaside town, I know exactly what your poem conveys, it is busy here now but in the winter it becomes a ghost town lol, another poem from you maybe? Excellent as usual love Lynda x
Ah ha, at last, a happy one, For that's would it should be By the Sea......uplifting and fun read, , , , , , , , , , , marci.xo
I love the beach.....we have dirty brown sand here on the shores of Lake Erie...but your picture reminds me of visiting my brother in Naples Florida......the sand is so white there and all the different ages...joining in and sharing one long mile of beach......thanks for taking me back: O)
I get the feeling of an observer utterly entranced by what he sees... as the reader surely is by this piece. A fine read D. tx
The waves' sound, a 5/8 beat make the words and images float...well done David
This feels like a picture of old, maybe during a victorian frolic by the sea AWESOME! , just a little thought here David, how about a poem about victorian life, sort of - a day in the life of a chimney sweep, something like that, I know you could pull it off Ah, eitherway I love this one Love duncan X
A realistic snapshot and does reflect the laid-back atmosphere and view of the spectator on just any day by the sea. Using another approach I am sure you could have painted a beautiful scene full of life and sensory images. So your presentation does a double take and really invokes two scenes for me.
A very relaxing piece of yours, just by reading it, we can imagine the scenery. Thanks for the very relaxing words that sooth my mind and nerves..I love the sea, it's my life.. i swim and dive a lot..Your poem is worth a hundredfold for me..
the loneliest poet in the world walking by a shore that never disappears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah... It`s Blackpool again, i can see my mum and dad in the deck chairs.. Dad of course with the hankie on the head... us playing with bucket and spades, all thats missing is punch and judy and ice creams...10