Seagulls bob across the lowly waves
A treacherous place where sailors met their graves
And young men had their first closest shaves
Mussels and limpets hold fast against the rocks
Clinging for dear life despite the knocks
Fishermen tell tides like we read clocks
Seahorses ride and smash into the cliffs
Children paddle, warned about the rifts
A waitress tans herself between her shifts
A child knocks a blow up ball from father's hand
And plummets his sisters ice cream to the sand
Sniggers replace what usually ends in reprimand
Shops sell sea shore shells and sweets
Ice cream, fudge and lots of other treats
Just the thing you need in summer heats
A little way along the winding cliff track
An old church built a thousand years back
We sit and watch the view with a sandy snack
In the distance, screams and yells from girls and boys
As rocks are turned red eyed crabs run out annoyed
Some run in panic but others frozen poised
It doesn't matter where in the world you'll be
There's one place that doesn't delve in misery
That's my happy place beside the sea
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Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry
PoetryMy Mind, My Work, My Love, My Lust, My Dish, My Dirt, My Chalk, My Cheese, My Passion, My Pain, My Ass, Your Face!
