Sunday By the Sea

The day begins as the sun rises up Like a big orange ball from the sea It’s the bluest sky that has ever been seen So pack up your bags, don’t forget the sun cream For the seaside is calling us loud and clear As we make our way down As we make our way here The children arrive with their buckets and spades Their parents arrive with their Chardonnays They carry a towel in case they get wet A blanket to sit on, sun shades to protect With lashings of sun cream and sun hats to wear There is so much to carry, will they ever get there The children arrive and throw off their clothes And run to the sea to paddle They scream with delight When they get their toes wet But they don’t feel the cold Well at least - not just yet Their mums and dads lay out the food Upon the rug – laid on the sand Calling their children they shout out loud “Will you come here and give us a hand?” But their request falls upon deaf ears As the children have fun in the water Oh dear, will it all end up in tears When the children don’t do what they oughta As they swim and jump, making castles in the sands Holding yummy pork pies in their sandy little hands Drinking homemade lemonade With an ice cream to follow They begin to feel hot As they sick up the lot On this Sunday by the sea They’ll feel better tomorrow Time to go home now, so gather them up Children all tired and grumpy As parents sweet-talk them, whilst heading for home The children are whining and whinging instead So kiss them goodnight and send them to bed At last there is peace The children are sleeping The sea air has knocked them for six So now is the time For a nice glass of wine With some olives and crunchy bread sticks Reflecting upon their day at the beach So lucky to be within easy reach And able to visit and able to spend Sunday by the sea - on this glorious weekend Written in Summer 2018 Contest Strand Select T Sponsor Brian Strand HONORABLE MENTION