Seagull II

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

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Just as I please

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

The Wheel

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

Summer Days

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

No Fishing

The seagulls were hopeful
as they flew overhead
But the fisherman’s stayed
nice and warm in his bed

And his boat remains covered
with tarpaulin and snow
His nets and his lines
packed away and in stow

The white blanket

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

The silver sea

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

The Desert Quartet

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

Broken Breakwater

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

Holding Promise

Over Worthing Pier
A rainbow holds the promise
Sunshine always sings

Sou’ Westerlies and evening sun

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

A fox called Roland

Last night in quiet West Worthing
Whilst I was walking home
I met a fox called Roland
On a wander and a roam

Homefield Park

 

Homefield Park, West Worthing
Upon its spreading greens
So many times I’ve visited
Through five decades it seems