Memories

Acrostic, Freedom of Expression, Seaside

#memories

Many a happy time

Enjoyed on the shoreline

Munching away at the contents

Of a well prepared picnic basket

Roast chicken sandwiches and strawberry tarts

Iced buns and banana pudding….

Eaten on a camp blanket, by a rocky shelter

Somewhere where the sardines are safe from the local seagulls

Another poem on Memory : https://inkdrops.blog/2015/10/16/broken-biscuits-jigsaw-puzzles/

Weathered

Freedom of Expression, Nature, Photography, Places, Poetry

Another poem by inky

Salford (via Llandudno) , 11th January 2018

Weathered

I like the pebble beach at Llandudno.

each of those stones, has their own tale to tell

time taken over millions of years to form,

then broken up and shaped over another stretch of time

to create the many shapes that come together as a flat bed by the Irish Sea

great for skimming on the surface – if you can find just the right round ones

some of the cast are smooth to the touch and shiny as a button

but a word of caution – wear your shoes – some of these are sharp!

Penguin en vacances

Animals, Poetry

Chester Zoo via Blackpool beach, August 2018

#Penguin

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Paying a visit to his relatives upshore

eager young penguin travelled round the coast

navigating the north wales coast and Irish Sea, he

got to the sands of Blackpool, where

under cover , while holiday makers and zoo keepers slept

into the frosty enclosure he got – a

new face for his smaller cousins to see

Visitor

Poetry

#manchester #northwest

Manchester 23rd August

landed from some far away land

far from out in space

he wanted to experience life at a different sort of pace

he landed at the airport

created a kind of scene

they hadn’t seen someone at customs

quite that kind of green

after getting past the customs

he went off to the hills

experiencing the climbing

the wind the air the chills

and when he’d seen all that

he headed for the beach

and stuck his feet with all twelve toes

in the cool waters he could reach

drying off in a deckchair

having enjoyed his dips

he watched the waves roll into shore

with a box of fish and chips

Tide

Beach, Poetry

Tide

The tide is coming in

its wiping out the deftly deposited footprints

down shore

enveloping them in sea water

 

The tide is coming in

its tempting little toes

daintily dancing down the sand to

enter its cool waters

 

The Tide is coming in

its cartwheeling shells in its waves and

depositing them on the

edge of the dry bit of the beach

It’s your choice!

Holidays, Life, Outdoor Pursuits, Poetry

Partake

Life is a long branch of events and choices

some shy away from making decisions

whilst others grab the bull by the horns

climbing the rockface

or in some cases – jumping off it

 

So – when it comes down to it

the decisions you make are yours

will you dip your toes in the shark infested sea

or play russian roulette with crusty crustaceans on the beach ?

all those decisions – are down to you