The Beach On A Winters Day Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS

The rows of wooden groynes where we once bathed in warm sunshine
Are now battered by the sea,
Waves crash along the shoreline
And go on endlessly.

The beach that was so crowded with people in the summer
On what seemed like endless days of sun,
I walk along the deserted seashore
And now I am the only one.

I think about those summer days
Of barbecues picnics and strawberries and cream,
But now these cold dark winter days
Make the summer like some very far off dream.

I stand and look up at the clifftops
That tower above me so high,
While out at sea lights of distant ships
Light the darkened sky,

The sea that was so warm and blue in the summer
Is now so stormy and grey,
Now I just sit here and dream of summer
On the beach on a winters day.