Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,553 Points (25th March 1943)

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.


Comments about A Visit To The Seaside by Ernestine Northover

  • (4/1/2006 11:05:00 AM)


    I love this one Ernestine.We could sail upon your words, for we know that where ever they take us we would land with a smile.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

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  • (1/13/2006 4:04:00 AM)


    Ah those long gone days of New Brighton and Blackpool!
    Is it now Benidorm for us?
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  • (1/2/2006 10:28:00 AM)


    A wonderful read imagery and atistic ability excel.
    I love the ocean and the wild array of pleasures it brings
    Well Done
    Cookie
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  • (12/6/2005 12:20:00 PM)


    This brought back lots of memories.
    I enjoyed it.
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  • (10/29/2005 12:50:00 PM)


    very, very nice...i enjoyed this a lot...it was almost like being there as i read your poem... (Report) Reply

  • (10/3/2005 9:28:00 AM)


    Takes me back to my yesterday too 'The day at the seaside'.Regards (Report) Reply

  • (9/7/2005 1:03:00 PM)


    Sounds beautiful! I've never been to the Seaside. but you do describe it as something to do. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 2, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 20, 2010


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