The Bucket And Spade Poem by Phil Soar

The bucket and spade I found under the stairs
Took me back to when the beach was fun
Sandcastles, turrets and parents all stare
As a new summers day had begun

Shells, crabs and rocks, bare footed, no socks
Waves that crashed down on the feet
Away from the hustle and bustle of life
Away from a cold windy street

All the feelings flood back, of the promenade steps
And the cockles and mussels on sale
All those fish and chip dinners, and donkey ride winners
And many an old sailors tale

Reminders when dad kicked a beach ball along
Long golden sands with the wind blowing hard
Making us kids run for miles to retrieve
And repeating the fun until we were tired

That bucket and spade is a memory of times
When the fun of the seaside was great
And when I recall them, it fills me with joy
And I just want to smile and then celebrate