remembering the past
Listen to the seagulls screech.
To watch the sea breath in and out,
To watch the children gadabout'
Used to see Bobby's pound the beat
While sitting on a seat,
Or go to the local butchers,
To get sawdust on our feet.
Miss the tupenny ride to Cinema,
To shops for a penny bar of nougar.
Then six pennith of chips for supper,
To sit an drink my night time cuppa.
To look back at the hand I was dealt,
Love all around was forever felt,
sometimes I go to the beach,
To watch the sea breath in and out.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-09-18 at 01:06
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GOOD OLD TIMES
Sometimes I go to the beach,Listen to the seagulls screech.
To watch the sea breath in and out,
To watch the children gadabout'
Used to see Bobby's pound the beat
While sitting on a seat,
Or go to the local butchers,
To get sawdust on our feet.
Miss the tupenny ride to Cinema,
To shops for a penny bar of nougar.
Then six pennith of chips for supper,
To sit an drink my night time cuppa.
To look back at the hand I was dealt,
Love all around was forever felt,
sometimes I go to the beach,
To watch the sea breath in and out.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 183 times
Written on 2021-09-18 at 01:06
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