A warm September Seaside
by cricketjeff on September 20, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
There is sand as soft as kisses
And the waves are ankle high
But the Sun aims down and misses
Through the cloud bespeckled sky.
In a beach pool full of fishes
Twenty toes are on the chase
And a seashell grants you wishes,
If you hold it to your face.
There are Dads enjoying bowling
To their sons who don’t get out.
While a plastic bag goes rolling
And its owner starts to shout.
Black-backed gulls are hunting ice-cream,
Watching kids of two or three.
There are scones served with some nice cream
And a lovely cup of tea.
Fishing boats are now returning,
At the turning of the tide,
From an afternoon of earning
From the spoils the seas provide.
There’s a kite that isn’t flying,
And another off the ground,
Though the breeze is hardly trying
There are gusts that can be found.
In the playground children playing
Man a pirate climbing frame;
They have lookouts up waylaying
Those who won’t join in the game.
As I stand here idly thinking
While the sea’s around my feet,
I can feel I’m slowly sinking
Like a windblown treasure fleet.
It’s a warm September seaside,
I’m becalmed on Sandbanks Beach.
There are dreams left on my lee side
And contentment’s just in reach.
Author notes
Sandbanks Beach 20th September 2009
English