A Trip To The Seaside Poem by Jean Sheridan

When the sun came out, we’d be gone
To Camber Sands – Me, Mum, Dad and John
Sandwiches packed and flasks that were filled
With tea that tasted like pig swill

Into the sidecar, packed tight like a coffin
Feeling sick from the sweets we were scoffing
At last we’d arrive, while the sun was still shining
And eat up our picnic without any whining

Racing the waves filled with seaweed and shells
The water was freezing but we’d never tell
Sandcastles built, hide and seek in the dunes
Sunburnt noses and feet with no shoes

There were no amusements, but we didn’t care
We felt very lucky, just to be there
Ice creams were eaten and then they would come
The clouds that would spoil all the fun in the sun

The temperature dropped and the sand started swirling
The sky was so black, I found it unnerving
Down came the rain, so home we would go
On the road back to London in traffic so slow