The Place To Be (Morecambe In The Uk) Poem by George Bernard Hough

On the western coast of this sceptered isle
rest your` feet and pause awhile.
View the heights of the lakeland hills,
far away from satanic mills.

As you sit, and sip your` tea,
watch the sun set on the sea.
Its golden orb lights up the sky,
as seabirds make their plaintive cry.

They visit us from far and wide,
and when the sea is at low tide,
you`ll see them feeding on the shore,
as they have done since days of yore.

Just a stride from our busy town
fishing boats bob up and down.
Anglers with their rod and line
fish from the sea wall wet or fine.

Our promenade`s a busy place
where you will see a familiar face.
A famous star looks on the town,
a man who took away one`s frown.

Who, with his partner Ernie Wise,
(the one who was the smaller size)
helped make our town a place of fame
by taking on himself its name.

Children think it quite a lark
to spend time in our famed park,
take them there, make it snappy
and like our park they will be happy!

We locals of this lovely spot
are a really friendly lot,
it`s nice to see you every year,
we`ll make you welcome, never fear.

In case you wonder where I mean
that these attractions can be seen,
the place to rest along the way
is our delightful Morecambe Bay.

Far away across the sea
along the coast of italy,
the bay of Naples we espy,
a bay one has to see, and die!

So stay at home in the UK
and come instead to Morecambe bay,
the lakes and hills forever give
a bay one has to see, and live.

Copyright B Hough 2007