And from high above Worthing
Victorian houses reaching down to the sea
with the tower of the Dome just catching the sun
crying out for a picture from me
But the image itself needed more to explain
the 'je ne sais quoi' of that time
looking down on the vista so often seen
and from up here looking so fine
So I added some words that seemed about right
to capture the essence right there
of a view I don't think I've seen before once
so obliged in these lines to now share
I stood in the wind and bent to its force
and the seagulls gathered there of course
searching for food right here at the source
by this magical place here, the sea
Worthing Pier reached out through the waves
in this inclement weather the fool only braves
but this wonderful vista my soul always craves
by this magical place here, the sea
In Worthing a seagull perched on a pole
looked out over the sea
surveying the land from birds' eye view
so regal and proud there was he
that I paused for a moment in reverence there
doffing proverbial cap
admiring his stance and the vista below
provided by this handsome chap
I'm on Worthing seafront
it's grey and there's rain
but I'm at Bison's beach bar
with a beer once again
Besides I'm on holiday
so I don't really care
as it's just nice to sit
and do nothing down there
In Worthing last weekend us two
rode proud on Worthing Wheel
It was massively exciting
and brought a lovely feel
We had three revolutions
it really was a thrill
with views across to Brighton
the sea below quite still
On the beach at low water
watching seagulls at play
the view here at Worthing
around the wide bay
of the coastline in Sussex
bathed in a blue
reflecting the sky
is a joy to eschew
So rare the white blanket
on this Southern shore
that part of me wishes
there was sometimes more
A very small part though
and I mean it no ill
But I couldn’t live long
with this iron chill
Stood and looked out on
a shining silver sea
the far horizon deep and blue
and beckoning to me
It was cold there on the shingle
Winter’s grip an iron chill
But the sunshine on the water
was good and vibrant still
He’s just one of four
by Elizabeth Frink
looking down on me now
as I sip a hot drink
‘The Desert Quartet’
adorn the arcade
there from the eighties
when they were made
Progress and safety and
longshore drift
have taken their toll
with budget and thrift
So, rare the breakwater
today you will find
Most hidden away
to low water confined
There is sunshine over there
close to Worthing pier
But the thick cloud overhead
Show that rain is also near
And the abandon of the ocean
whipped up by the breeze
stiffening from Sou’ Westerly
Blows cool around my knees
Poet's Corner 