When I was a girl, we went to the seaside for a day once a year.
The Miners Welfare put on buses to take the children and their mothers,
grannies, aunts , brothers, sisters etc., etc., to the nearest stretch of coast.
It was like a dream! For not only did we get to see the sea, we got half- a-crown
to spend, as well. Candy floss, penny machines in the Arcades, the Laughing
Policeman, and, up to 12 and a half pence ( today’s half-a-crown value) anything
we desired until the money sadly ran out. When I think of those days
now, I can feel the sunshine.
TEA AND SUNSHINE
Tea and sunshine.
Lemonade.
Sandy beaches full of seashells.
Conch shells, ribbed shells,
Tiny pink baby shells.
No squid.
No octopus.
No shark, no dolphin nor whale.
These only to be dreamt of.
A day at the seaside
Lovely!
©2023 GWEN GRANT
Hurt in an accident, the Blue Whales help Michael forge a
new relationship with his father.
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Poems by Gwen Grant 