I have a yearning for the sea,
The sand, the salty air.
The breeze that blows around your head
And messes up your hair.
The seagulls screeching loudly
as they’re coming in to land.
The ones who swoop right at you
Stealing doughnuts from your hand.
The shops all full of coloured toys
Of yellows reds and blues
The postcards showing naughty jokes
And pretty scenes and views.
The sunny stroll along the prom
Where deckchairs line the route
The couples walking hand in hand
The old and young, so cute.
I long to see the harbour
With fishing boats and nets
The fish and chips in newspaper
The sunshine as it sets.
The waves a splashing on the rocks
The seaweed on the beach
The driftwood floating on the tide
Tempting, out of reach.
The pebbles crunching underfoot
The fossils there to find
The icecream. Oh the icecream
Is forefront in my mind.
I need to take some time off work
I have? what’s that you say?
A weekend at the seaside
Is not that far away.