Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Poetry Thursday 158 - Another year passes

Another year passes by and sometimes Spring is a great season to visit summer vacation places.

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Now I’m even older

The wind blew, the clouds scudded by
rippling the sea’s skin and ruffling walkers.
They stroll along the harbour talking,
holding hands, grim faced and determined.
Determined to enjoy the day in spite.

Business as usual, local people trying to imbue
holiday spirit in a chilly spring situation.
Trying to hide the surprise of presenting customers,
brought out by the promise of sun and a lack of rain
Determined to survive the day in spite.

Early season space is presentable, almost virginal,
by August the filth of over use will be a turn off.
The locals care worn and tired but somehow relieved
that people have visited and spent.
Recession torn and cashless in spite.

Then blessed, chilly peace of winter
will return to sanitise the harbour walks,
allow time to refresh and prepare restaurants
and repair toys and games.
Tourists and other users in spite.
© David L Atkinson April 2015

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Now I’m 65

There was a young man from the fifties
who made it into his sixties.
Although he was older
And not a smidgin’ bolder
It felt good enjoying life’s bounties.
© David L Atkinson April 2015

God Bless