Victoriana
Pier
Stands
Monumental.....
Of the glory days long gone
The train rumbles on as a confused old lady
Unsure of her destiny yet still she travels on
Young faces embrace with baited breath
Peering anticipation pressed on smeery glass
Wooing and cooing as objects roll by
Parents smile in adoration as their little ones ask 'why?'
And it's all so reflective, the sheen of the sea,
Glass thoughts imagination as we
Watching faces, aging lovers, flowing dresses, flip-flops
Baseball caps and the odd few shops
De-board to stretch and sigh, relish the visions which greets the eye
Chips on the promenade an absolute must
Rossi ice cream to flourish in lust
Just sea and breeze with breaths and smile
To stop take time, enjoy (our) while
Lean on the piers aged frame,
Whilst fishermen reel
Young pollacks play games
Streamline they race
Against the incoming current
Side flips cause amazement
As to why? Unapparent
Thousands in the shade of the aged old pier
Return to same spot year after year
Just like us and our forefathers before
An irresistible meeting ground
We cannot ignore
(love the old pier)
Categories:
pollacks, nature, time, old, old,
Form: Free verse