Brighton Beach. Poem by willow moon pearce

It was always a special treat
Off to the seaside
A long ride, tempered by the fact
That a great treat was in store.

Entering the town of Brighton
So busy! the hundreds of tourists
Buying all novelty items made of candy
Visiting the chamber of horrors and other sensations.

Looking down the streets you could see the sea
Sparkling and glinting
The smell of ozone, strong and exciting
Combining with the greasy fish and chip bars
That made the seaside what it was.

The beach of pebbles - no sand here
Always crowded with screaming children
Others wedged into rental deck chairs
Elderly men with a knotted handkerchiefs
Covering their bald spots.

The exciting cold water, a joy to splash in
Fun to be in as well as out
The long afternoons
Stayed until the sun went in
And time to leave
Salty and very tired, too tired for supper
But with a happiness always remembered.