Poetry, Writing
Brighton Summer
I tip-toe my way across the pebble beach
Swinging a picnic basket and humming a merry song;
It’s a new day in a new country
So why not make the most of it all?
I woke up to a brilliant blue sky that day
The sun was already high up;
With a heart full of gratitude and a head full of ideas
I knew I had to make a start.
I take a shower and make sandwiches
And pack some books and juice;
We head out to the beach for our own sweet picnic
And let nature be our muse.
We find a spot among the pebbles
We lay down our straw mat;
One look at the gorgeous bright sky
Tells me I have the whole day to lie flat.
The vast blue sea stretches out for miles ahead
Dotted by small white yachts;
The entire beach seems to have come alive
With adults, teens and tiny tots.
The white seagulls strut about
Looking for fish and worms;
They don’t really care about the humans
For they have endured far more dangerous storms.
We spend the whole day at the beach
Lazying around and doing nothing;
Trust me, my friend, when I say this
Sometimes, that’s the best thing.
The sun moves overhead and shines with all its might
As the waves crash gently on the shore;
The wind kisses my lips and flirts with my soft curls
I could not have asked for more.
We lie down on the picnic mat
And look up at the sky above;
The white clouds seem to be taking shape
Sometimes of a bunny, and sometimes of a dove.
Summer seems to have finally dawned on Brighton
The city feels so alive;
The colours, the food, the people and the dogs
Everything seems to say ‘High five!’
The minutes roll by patiently
As we eat, sip and read;
We chat and gaze at each other endlessly
Capturing the moment in a heartbeat.
We get so busy making memories
That we lose all track of time;
The day slowly turns to dusk
In the distance, we can hear the tower bells chime.
The sun begins to set below the horizon
Casting a fiery orange in the sky;
The canvas of nature looks so splendid
I can only exclaim, ‘Oh my!’
We pack our things and prepare to leave
But not before we get a last glimpse of the crimson sun;
We smile and hold hands as we make our way home
After a precious day of chill and fun.
