On the esplanade the cars buzz up and down <br />It is holiday time in the old seaside town <br />Young and old people out in the warm sunlight <br />On a Spring afternoon that is breezy and bright. <br /> <br />The silver gulls mewing in the sunlit seaside park <br />And the familiar pee wee of the magpie lark <br />Is floating along in the freshening breeze <br />As it makes it's own music in the bushes and trees. <br /> <br />Young people in shorts and singlets play ball in the sun <br />And people of different age groups on the park pathway jog and run <br />The fruit trees in their pink blooms the nesting birds chirp and sing <br />On the last week of September near the prime of the Spring. <br /> <br />The years may have left me looking older and gray <br />But so good to be alive on a day like today <br />The sun shining bright in a clear and blue sky <br />And the swallows chasing flying insects chirping as they fly.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-old-seaside-town/
