In The Old Seaside Town Poem by Francis Duggan

On the esplanade the cars buzz up and down
It is holiday time in the old seaside town
Young and old people out in the warm sunlight
On a Spring afternoon that is breezy and bright.

The silver gulls mewing in the sunlit seaside park
And the familiar pee wee of the magpie lark
Is floating along in the freshening breeze
As it makes it's own music in the bushes and trees.

Young people in shorts and singlets play ball in the sun
And people of different age groups on the park pathway jog and run
The fruit trees in their pink blooms the nesting birds chirp and sing
On the last week of September near the prime of the Spring.

The years may have left me looking older and gray
But so good to be alive on a day like today
The sun shining bright in a clear and blue sky
And the swallows chasing flying insects chirping as they fly.