Dowdy seaside town
With its mile of tacky shops
Twixt station and beach
A bucket and spade
On a crowded Blackpool beach.
Childhood memories.
The incoming tide
Washes sandcastles away.
Buggrit! Start again.
Rock pools full of life
Await the incoming tide
To refresh that life.
The sea, a soft blue
Covers the rocks and beaches,
Until the next low tide.
Wet sand and ice cream,
Pennies in the slot machines,
Pier end performers.
Tired audience
And faded comedians.
October pier end.
©Alan McKean. January 2008
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