Spirit Of The Sea Poem by Howard Pipe

Castle headland stands defiant,
wave washed shoreline sweeps below,
windswept cliffs hug sandy beaches,
waters bathed in sunlight glow.

Radiate Victorian splendour,
promenade along the prom,
hotel grand in all its glory
follows fashion with aplomb.

Came the era of the steam train,
wakes week close down, climb aboard,
a small hotel on the seafront
all the family could afford.

Harbour lights are shining brightly,
fishing boats sail out to sea,
share their catches with the old town
from the safety of the quay.

Sun illuminates the foreshore,
water colours, precious, rare,
diners, joggers, beach hut bathers
feel the spirit in the air.

Traffic jams may slow their progress,
visitors will make their way,
spend some free time at the seaside
for a week or just a day.