Ann Gilmour Poet Rhyme

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

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Robert Lindley October 1, 2018 at 6:52 AM I am very glad to have found , read and so enjoyed this this fine poetry this great morn my friend... Another fav too. Ann Gilmour October 3, 2018 at 1:32 PM Well hello Robert and thank you for your lovely comments. I love the seaside, as it always evokes such beautiful thoughts and calms my soul when I am stressed. Sending peace and calm to you, Ann x

Caren Krutsinger September 25, 2018 at 9:27 AM Ann, what a whimsically beautiful poem about the beach! I can hear these children squealing, and I, like you, wonder what will happen if they do not heed their parents, but only for a moment. Ann Gilmour September 25, 2018 at 3:59 PM Thanks Caren I do appreciate your comments. I live by the sea and each day during the summer months I walk along the promenade watching these scenes unfold, giving me the inspiration to write this poem. I find great solace watching the sea and walk beside it most days - it is so comforting and calms my soul. Ann x