It was always a special treat <br />Off to the seaside <br />A long ride, tempered by the fact <br />That a great treat was in store. <br /> <br />Entering the town of Brighton <br />So busy! the hundreds of tourists <br />Buying all novelty items made of candy <br />Visiting the chamber of horrors and other sensations. <br /> <br />Looking down the streets you could see the sea <br />Sparkling and glinting <br />The smell of ozone, strong and exciting <br />Combining with the greasy fish and chip bars <br />That made the seaside what it was. <br /> <br />The beach of pebbles - no sand here <br />Always crowded with screaming children <br />Others wedged into rental deck chairs <br />Elderly men with a knotted handkerchiefs <br />Covering their bald spots. <br /> <br />The exciting cold water, a joy to splash in <br />Fun to be in as well as out <br />The long afternoons <br />Stayed until the sun went in <br />And time to leave <br />Salty and very tired, too tired for supper <br />But with a happiness always remembered.<br /><br />willow moon pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brighton-beach/
