Sand and shingles in my toes.
Stripes of deckchairs in a row.
Now it's time to take a dip
Then it's time for fish and chips.
Seagulls squarking way up high then they swoop and take a dive.
Shall we walk along the pier
Fun fair rides make you sick with fear
But then theres candy floss all pink and bright
Sunburnt faces what a fright
Ice cream time to cool us down
Oh how I love this seaside town
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Author:
HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2021 17:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Love a trip to Brighton my summers at my daughters look forward to it hopefully this year.
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Wonderful memories for me Heather, living in the Midlands (used to live in Kent) now is a long way from any seaside.
Andy
Well I am in newcastle so we have tynemouth,Whitley bay an cullercoats. But I always go to Brighton when in surrey visiting my daughter but probably my last visit hopefully this summer as my daughter moving back to the north.So holds alot of memories for me too.
Good write heather.
Dunno why it needed to be marked at 18+, unless it was about the nudist beach at Brighton! Swoon! heehee.
My fault but hey each to there own but promise I was fully clothed lol.
You could untick the 18+ box. I have an imaginary dog on here, Fido. He barks if people do NOT mark poems 18+ which should be! Me being eccentric. lol.
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