Gregory Stanford Poet Rhyme

Scarborough Beach in Winter

Down the rusty staircase, moving rather slow 
I’m heading to the Scarborough beach
It’s all white above, so it is below 
Snow keeps falling, piling up inch by inch
Poster with boat trips fell under the tree
Today’s weather is not fit for cruises
Either fishermen won’t go out to sea
Certainly they’ve got credible excuses
Muddy waters splash on the snow-white shore
A couple of dog walkers stroll along, apparently
Like they always do, like they did before
Seagulls sound sad, but the dogs are happy.

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Sara Kendrick February 27, 2026 at 4:52 PM I feel for those who live in areas of the world where there is so much snow, ice and cold in the winter months. I don't see how they manage to deal with it. Thank you for sharing this descriptive and creative one with us. Sara K Gregory Stanford March 2, 2026 at 8:38 AM Thank you, Sara! I was born in Ekaterinburg, where the winter lasted for half-a year. When it was down to minus 40, it wasn't recommended to visit school. I remember that vividly – at minus 38, I went out for school, my steps were amplified with a huge echo, a cracking sound woke the block. After 3 minutes my face was all white, like Jack Nicholson's at the last frame of the Shining. At school the temperature was +25, so most of the pupils were sleepy due to the contrast of temps.