Back Beach
A hub of summer
And a secret hid.
Known only to a few;
Its thousands amid!
Quiet, out of the way.
If yet heard, track-led.
Roars, more wildly brash, there.
Roars, somewhere ahead.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2024
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