A Visit To The Seaside - Poem by Ernestine Northover
When we pay a visit to the seaside,
We venture out onto the sands,
And wiggle our toes in soft golden grains,
And mould sandcastles with our hands.
We so like to collect lots of seashells,
Different shapes, sizes and hues,
Houses that once belonged to sea creatures,
In soft greys, pale beiges and blues.
We enjoy splashing out in the water,
Which the tide brings fast up the beach,
Catching our feet in the green seaweed strands,
Which are then dragged back out of reach.
It's a pleasure to ride on the donkeys,
All soft looking, sad eyed, but strong,
Each of them needing a love and a pat,
Before they'll carry us along.
There is the pier with its great attractions,
The prom stretching around the bay,
Candy floss, ice cream, hot dog stands,
Bandstand where musicians can play.
The sparkle, the glitter, and the shimmer,
Of sunshine way out on the sea,
The salty fresh air, and the blue. blue sky,
Means a 'holiday time' to me.
We take photos of Mother and Father,
Fast asleep in striped canvas chairs,
Obtained by us sneaking up quietly,
And just 'snapping' them unawares.
The amusement park, with a loud clamour,
The roundabouts spinning so quick,
The ghost train, ready to give us a scare,
And waltzers, which make us feel sick.
The old lady who tells you your fortune,
If you have the courage to ask.
The coconut shy and pinball machines,
Which will always take us to task.
The small boats waiting out by the jetty,
Take you for a trip out to sea,
With the gentle breeze and the rhythmic waves,
It's a wonderful place to be.
At the end of our day at the seaside,
With the sun rich red in the west,
We will all feel so calm and contented,
For our day's been one of the best.
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