Dreams of a holiday, warm golden sands
Waves marking time for the playing of brass bands
Deckchairs once bright, now faded and scarred
Ripple in the breeze on the vast promenade.
Sweet fluffy candyfloss, matching pink rock
Bikinis and sun hats and sandals with socks!
Cheap buckets and spades with windmills and flags
Flipflops and suncream in carrier bags,
pedestrian crossings and CCTV
Open topped buses and clotted cream teas.
Unruly children, old ladies on scooters
kids on their skateboards and girls with their suitors
kisses and cuddles and "kiss me quick" hats
hotels and wine bars and self catering flats.
Ice cream to die for, too many to choose
melting and dripping on sandals and shoes
popcorn and do-nuts and hot dogs and chips
grease on your fingers and salt on your lips
Old balding men and fat wobbling ladies
Pierced belly buttons, teenagers with babies.
The funfair, the pier lit up now with lights
The scavenging seagulls as day turns to night
The deckchairs vacated, collected and stacked
The beach slowly empties, the pubs become packed.
And that's how the great British holiday goes
We've salt in our hair and sand in our toes
We're sticky with suncream as the beach we depart
But a day at the seaside has gladdened our heart.
Karen Holmes
date unknown.
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