Images of the SeasideA Poem by Philip FranklinImages of the Seaside
Images of half forgotten seaside times When life was exploring the next still pool Flying a kite and making up rhymes Digging the sand And playing the fool The smell of cabbage at the cheap hotel My very first kiss, well a peck, from the girl in room twelve Her face now just dimly remembered But her smell that still dwells Running forever along the seas white shore First tries at swimming, cold to the core Yes I remember those seaside times When life was simple and the sun did shine
© 2008 Philip FranklinReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 23, 2008 AuthorPhilip FranklinYork, United KingdomAboutWell I'm slighly, no completely barking mad. I'm a grumpy Old Man desparately trying to release my creative juices, err sorry about that, after years of suppressing my nature to bring up my children a.. more..Writing
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