AUGUST DAYS
I can still remember days on the beach
When sweet August came to us at last,
With anticipation cases we did reach,
Then off to the seaside like in the past.

Money was scarce, we saved every penny
So we could have donkey rides and a treat,
Maybe to the fair if money was in plenty,
Fighting the sea was best, we’d get it beat.

We never did win the battle with the sea,
We built boats and castles walls so tall,
But in sun and in cloud there we’d be
With bucket and spade with no chance at all.

When the tide was high, it had won again,
We would look in the stores on the prom,
And carefully look the right prize to gain,
So in latter years know where it came from.

The gifts have all gone now, none remain,
But the memories flood back like the tide,
I can close my eyes and see again and again,
Fights with the sea, and hope they always abide.

M Ann Margetson © August 16, 2000
2000/ Augustdays

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