I need the sun and sea <br />the pinks, the greens and yellow caravans <br />the weathered boarded holiday homes <br />so isolated in winter squalls <br />but loved in summer highs. <br />The need for the cry of gulls <br />a single spray of salty water on my face <br />the light of a moon and a distant star <br />when I walk along the rocky shore <br />of Jaywick, a stones throw <br />from a grey and dismal Harlow.<br /><br />John Scully<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jaywick-sands/
