Thursday, 12 January 2012

The beauty of a summer’s day,

The beauty of a summer’s day,
Spent on Brighton’s beach,
Is something marvelous I must say?
That’s better than any speech.

Watching the waves caress the stones,
In a rhythmic dance of pleasure,
Along with people with ice-cream cones,
On a day, they will always treasure.

With boats galore, way of the shore,
Dancing to the beat of the sea,
Oh what a lovely day to adore,
Says a homeless poet like me.
By Dr Geebers