LONG LOST SUMMERTIME
(First released onto blog in March 2013)
With
our lives racing by so very fast,
It’s
pleasant to remember my summers past.
When
Mom and Dad got some time together,
To
plan a trip for us in the fine July weather.
The
crowd of us rammed into the big old car,
The
excitement of children, an adventure so far.
***
Going
to the seaside to spend a summers day,
With
bucket and spades in our hands looking forward to play.
Fishing
lines and nets on canes, these were our favourite tools,
To
catch the crabs and little fish from the many rock pools.
Pocket
money in our hands, to buy ice cream and lemonade,
Or
try our luck on the penny drop at the noisy amusement arcade.
***
Gazing
at the castles and fields racing past,
Singing
along to the radio and boiled sweets that last.
Down
the M5 in the old grey Morris Oxford,
To
stop at the services, Gordano or Michael Wood.
Give
the legs a stretch, refreshed after some tea,
Continue
our journey to Devon and the sea.
***
Once
parked by the front, so excited we did run,
Down
onto the sand, now we can have some fun.
Mom
and Dad lay out towels, chairs and a windbreak,
Whilst
organizing the food, with pop, sandwiches and cake.
The
shimmering sun holds the sea in its glittering haze,
This
is how I remember those glorious summer days.
***
“Ye
olde sweet shoppe” with candy pebbles and stripy rock,
Mom
relaxing, but watching us play, whilst Dad is taking stock,
Looking
up and down the prom and trying hard to think,
Where
he can go and wander off to have a nifty drink.
Those
wonderful days, are such distant pleasures of mine,
Spent
playing on the beach, in my long lost summertime.
Phil
Hall July 2011
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