by | May 8, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

On Skegness golden sandy beach
The sea is often out of reach
Don’t worry that its out of sight
The children still squeal with delight
As up and down the beach they run
Whether there is rain or sun
And after finding that lost sock
They all head for the Skegness clock
To search out cafes, chips and fish
Or any other seaside dish
Next the arcades, noisy, brash
To empty mother’s purse of cash
Gift shops line the esplanade
They even watch as rock is made
There’s candy-floss and fresh ice cream
Sights and smells from children’s dreams
They soon are tired and make no fuss
As mother takes them to the bus
In their dreams I hope they reach
A magic place like Skegness beach


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