Brisk breeze beguiles Winter sun warms the weariest of souls. Across the bay snow atop the Langdales. Gulls glide as eventide Sheds a subtle ombre orange sunset glow across the sheltered sands. Whisper me home.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
© Feature Image courtesy of Dave Hankinson
English summers wouldn’t be the same
If families didn’t enjoy fun in the sun
Carnival queens and burger vans
Seaside singalongs and festival fun.
We went to the Morecambe Carnival
With bagpipes and drums on hand
The parade moved stately down the prom
To the sound of the big brass band.
Seagulls on standby to have a feast
Candyfloss and greasy chips on the ground
The Bay belting out across the stage
And fairground rides spinning teenagers around
Toploader took to the stage
Boogie-Storm boogied on down
Sandcastle competitions throughout the day
Magical show-stopping firework display at sundown.
English summers wouldn’t be the same
If families didn’t enjoy fun in the sun
Carnival queens and burger vans
Seaside singalongs and festival fun.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
So tonight it is Magic over at dVerse
My magic in this is a bit like Puff the magic dragon…
“Oh I do like to be beside the seaside…”
Yes I know I always have seagulls and chips…perhaps it is my signature…
