Shoreham

by Jem Croucher

 

Coming home to Shoreham
Still does its thing for me
Nestled underneath the Downs
A portal to the sea
Charming in the sunshine
Special in the rain
Changing with the seasons
But somehow staying just the same
Squirrels in the churchyard
St Mary’s in the sun
The sound of bells at every hour
Til the day is done
Marlipins Museum
Coronation Green
Mudflats on the river
The sea, a shimmering sheen
Walking round about this town
Does it every time
Fills my heart with cheer
And makes me feel just fine

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