A journey to the edge of the land!

A journey to the edge of the land 

Where solid meets liquid with a fun sandy band,

Where laughter erupts and fills the air 

As children and adults play without a care,

Where, if you're lucky, the sun warms the very fabric of your soul

Where children build sandcastles and dig hole after hole,

Ready to bury dad - or grandpa- they don't mind who!

As long as one makes their dream come true,

Where the donkeys tread the same old road - tired and weary

And as they plod they dream of being free from boring and dreary,

The boys and girls sit happily atop

Expectant and excited until the adventure comes to a stop,

Where you can hear the cries for ice-cream, hotdogs and candy floss 

Where mum and dad mentally count the cost

Of a day at the seaside, a day at the coast

Is it Blackpool, Scarborough or Brid, who'll be their host?

Does it matter? As long as it's a journey to the edge of the land 

Where solid meets liquid with a fun sandy band,

Wher arcades buzz and fun fares hum with the sound

Where smiling faces and quests for fun are found,

As the day comes to an end they return clutching souvenirs 

Sand in their toes, salt in their hair, and little ones in tears,

As they say goodbye to the place at the edge of the land

Where solid meets liquid with a fun sandy band,

They remember their day - sea, sand, fun and laughter

Memories of the visit and hopes of the next to manufacture,

As on the way home they dream of the fun they have had

With brothers and sisters and mum and dad.