• Tony Frobisher


As winter begins to bite

With bone chilling wind northerly blown

Seaside towns close for the foreseeable

Future uncertain and lustre gone

Has the stream of happy faces That walked and talked and laughed and played

In summer's warmth of salted air and sunshine Forever faded until no more heard

Forever faded from joyous colour

And with this greying, decaying, sullen town-by-the-sea

Faded and sunk to black and white.

#seaside #england #winter

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