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Seaside Memories

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.

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James Horn

August 16, 2021 at 6:50 AM

This is really describing life these days.

Jc Hawkens

March 29, 2020 at 7:27 AM

Such beautiful poetry. You paint a wonderful scene. I know the loss of friends over time as well. Thank you for this lovely sentiment JC Hawkens

Elisabeth Sheaffer

March 30, 2020 at 2:59 AM

Time is not really a great healer but the memories of lost friends lift the soul as those friends would wish for us. Thank you for your kind remarks.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

September 1, 2016 at 5:17 AM

Beautiful !

Elisabeth Sheaffer

September 1, 2016 at 11:11 AM

Thank you for your kind comment.

Warren Dickman

August 31, 2016 at 5:10 PM

I love it when someone has something meaningful to say and can still say it in rhythm and rhyme. Great work, Elisabeth. We need more like you. -w

Elisabeth Sheaffer

September 1, 2016 at 11:13 AM

Thanks, Warren. Memories of the English seaside feed the imagination for a lifetime.

Payal Saxena

August 30, 2016 at 4:19 AM

nice lines..

Elisabeth Sheaffer

September 1, 2016 at 11:14 AM

Thanks, Payal.

Margaret Franceschini

August 29, 2016 at 11:03 AM

Oh how you helped me to return to the same memories as you wrote of the beauty of my childhood summers. Great write #10

Elisabeth Sheaffer

September 1, 2016 at 11:27 AM

Thank you, Margaret. Memories are a shield against the harshness of today's reality.

James Marshall Goff

August 29, 2016 at 9:48 AM

Wow! all oxygen sucked from the room last 2 lines, Elisabeth....brilliant gift to reader...very talented...jim

Elisabeth Sheaffer

September 1, 2016 at 11:18 AM

Thanks, James. If it stirs old memories, then it has achieved its aim.

Lawrence Goldman

August 29, 2016 at 9:04 AM

Well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts. Living in the Caribbean I could picture the moment.

Elisabeth Sheaffer

September 1, 2016 at 11:21 AM

There were lots of moments like these and I wish I could bring them back to life again. Thanks, Lawrence.

Elizabeth Babb

August 28, 2016 at 9:43 PM

Ooh, I like it, Elisabeth! Very evocative of summer. Nice imagery - you took me to the beach while I read your poem. :)

Elisabeth Sheaffer

September 1, 2016 at 11:30 AM

Thank you, Elizabeth. Beaches are wonderful places to stir up memories.

Riss Ryker

August 28, 2016 at 9:35 PM

Beautiful piece, Elisabeth, and welcome! Never get sick of poems by the seashore.

Beejadhur Sewumber

August 28, 2016 at 9:13 PM

I like this poem. I live this experience currently. Nice piece. Go on.

Terry Hoffman

August 28, 2016 at 7:45 PM

This is lovely, Elisabeth, and so nostalgic. Really enjoyed it.

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March 22, 2013 at 6:29 PM

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