The sea rolls towards me...lip,lap,lip,lap,
The aroma of fish'n'chips wafts past,
And colourful buckets and spades litter the sand,
Salty sea air flows through my lungs,
My mouth waters at the taste of ice-cream,
I lie there and tan.
Seasons turned
The sun's behind a cloud,
Damp sand, dense, and solid beneath my feet
The sea still rolls towards me...crash,splash,crash,splash,
The reek of rotting seaweed fills the air,
And old grey drift wood lies about like dead soldiers,
Chilling sea air freezes my lungs
A hot chocolate would be great,
I walk on and shiver.
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