Late Summer sun on golden sands
Throws shadows from the cliffs and rocks
And the patiently-waiting donkeys stand
Near the aptly-named Refreshment Box.
Tea and coffee, squash and ice-cream,
Packs of biscuits and home made cake,
Sea salt spray and the seagulls’ scream
And sand castles that children make.
Nothing has changed much over time
Except for the friends no longer seen,
The friends when life was in its prime
Now lost in the years in between.