Beach Days
Beach days
And searing rays
Under a sky that smiles
On golden miles
Of sand and shore
And lazy sunbathers
That craved more
Hours in repose
As the sun steady rose
And clouds remained
A distance thought
And rain had never fallen.
Weeks of heat
On scolding streets
That drove the weekenders
To out of office replies
Their humdrum key-bored sighs
Replaced by sand whipped
Into ice cream cones
By the winds blown
Around the feet of the queues
Patiently waiting for a 99.
Mr Whippy smiles as Greensleeves
Drifted on the summer breeze.
The shrieks of the children jumping waves
Toes dipped into a sea of constant cold
Never growing old
The grandfather in a striped deck chair
His eyes closed to the exact same scene
Sits and sips the air of memory
A beach in joyful view, 60 years ago
Hand in hand as the bandstand played
Sunday tunes along the prom
The strollers walked as if on parade
Love clasped between entwined fingers
Hear that music now
As the laughter lingers
And the beach days are the best days
Carefree and hours long
The beach picnickers sit swatting wasps
From jam, cake and scone
And the waves lap beneath the pier
Where the teenagers meet
And love is renewed
On beach days and smouldering heat
