A Lincolnshire Lad - A Vista From Cleethorpes Promenade Poem by Christopher Tye

A Lincolnshire Lad - A Vista From Cleethorpes Promenade

Waves crashing against the seawall at high tide,
The smell of fresh sea air blowing in on the breeze,
Children swimming and splashing in the shallows,
Fairground rides on the beach for the young and not so young.

Out at sea great leviathans of maritime transport,
Sailing in the deep sea channels heading to and from port,
All passing by Cleethorpes as they go to Grimsby and Immingham,
Standing tall as they dwarf the busy little tug boats,
Cargoes of containers, cars and coal for all over the UK.

Out in the distance fading out of sight wind farms,
For the new eco-friendly environmental age,
Spurnpoint threading it's way out into the sea,
And the north bank of the Humber with East-Yorkshire beyond.

All seafront attractions in place and plying their trade,
Candyfloss, sticks of rocks and doughnuts for starters,
Fish and chip emporiums and burger stalls for the main,
Then the best part ice creams and lollipops for desserts.

Lots of gift shops selling their wares from China,
Masses of amusement arcades for all ages,
Bingo games for Mildred and Gertrude,
Two-penny cascade falls for cheapskates like me,
Grab a cuddly toy crane grabbers,
One arm bandits by the thousands,
And loads of video games for the gaming generation.

At low tide with the sea slipping away,
Donkeys plying their age old traditional rides,
Golden beaches for the sun seekers on the drier side of Britain,
The old pier on it's sea legs looking smart once again.

By Christopher Tye