Bracklesham Bay

by Jem Croucher

 

Horses in the water
Tide upon the turn
People having cups of tea
October sunshine burn

On the shingle, fossil hunters
Carefully turn each stone
Searching for a special thing
To treasure and take home

The sea is lapping gently
Beach full of passers by
Everyone enjoying
A day ‘neath clear blue sky

At Bracklesham the bay
Reaches out around the coast
Somewhere else to wander
In the place we love the most

 

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