Ipswich Author writes Poem inspired by Felixstowe

A Day by The Sea 

Seagulls encircle skimming the waves.

A thousand steps marched on the promenade

Chatter rises above the crowd

Squeals of excitement are joyful and loud

Shoes lay discarded amongst the shells,

abandoned abruptly to join in the yells

of others as they rush down the beach.

Cris crossing their way over sand and shingle

They soon reach the edge with the frothy white waves

Sand moving quickly under their feet.

It’s now, or never, they nervously think 

They link arms bravely and jump in the drink. 

Its icy swell wraps around their small little figures

Which bob up and down to the hypnotic cascade. 

With splashing of hands and shouts of delight, 

The swell takes them further from sight.

‘Come closer,’ Mum shouts

But their ears become deaf 

With each passing sway

 ‘You’re too far away!’

Parents wave from their sandy retreat

Once on dry land it’s now time to eat.

They grab a warm towel and find a dry seat

whilst lunch is unwrapped 

amongst sand-covered feet.

There’s sand in the sandwiches and sand in the cake, 

but no time to worry, no time to wait.

Their only concern is time is being wasted

 As the waves call to them

‘Come back to the water,

 come back to us now,

The fun has just started, 

we’ll show you how.’

Afternoon arrived, 

the children were slowing,

and the path to the sea became increasingly tiring.

They’re lifted and carried by parents who say

 ‘What fun you’ve all had, 

but enough for today.’

They adore their time

at this place by the sea, 

breathing in the warm summer breeze.

Seashells and pebbles smooth to the touch,

blue skies and seascapes, 

which they love oh so much.

Belinda Rose Bond

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