The Seaside Holiday - Poem by Trevor Jenkins
The sun shines down upon the sand,
Lovers walking hand in hand,
Foaming surf licks at their feet -
It's such a lovely place to meet,
Each other when in love so true,
Beside the sea so clear and blue.
The children chatter, laugh and play,
Spending their time here during the day;
Upon the sand they love to run,
And play in the sea whilst having fun,
To them a day upon the sand,
Is nothing other than rather grand,
But the tide comes in and washes away,
Castles of sand that took all day,
For children to build and dads to help,
With dogs running round with a bark and a yelp.
Deck chairs set out all in a row,
With Colourful patterns all of a glow,
Filled with old ladies taking a nap,
With handbags and brollies clutched close to their lap,
Hubbies are snoring along by their side,
Head hanging back and mouth open wide,
Passing the time as thier life ebbs away,
dreaming of times when they used to play,
Cricket and football and all other games,
Like darts in the pub and chasing the dames.
The noise and the bustle from funfair rides,
Ghost train, dodgems and helter skelter slides,
Screams from the ladies riding the dipper,
Fun while it lasts for the seaside day- tripper:
Mothers with kiddies and babies in prams,
Stuffing thier faces with ice cream and jam;
Theres also floss stuck to a stick,
and the ice lolly that just needs a lick,
These are the things that go on all day,
Here By the seaside in one holiday.
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