Talking of Selsey

Selsey, a glistening jewel by the sea speak to me! Tell me of the treasures, buried in your beaches talk of the fishing boats, bolstered by the sea. Whisper of the stony multitude rimming your waters wail fruitless against the incessant wind at all the lost fisherfolk picked from life's tree shout loudly over the waves, beating on the shore to try and make a mark against nature's sins Now speak softly of the balmy sunny days with wheeling children playing on the sands speak no more of your turbulent past forget the heart break and move on