by Daryn Davies

Created on: March 21, 2010   Last Updated: March 30, 2010

THE BEACH

The beach at Portreath is such a wondrous resort

With children splashing in the shimmering sea

And adults partaking in that most famous sport

Of surfing in this place where your spirit runs free.

Sandcastles are built before the oncoming tide

With the precision of an experienced engineer

As kites through the Summer sun doth glide

Like clockwork it happens at this time of year.

People visit the little cafe at the top of the beach

Desperate to quench the holiday hunger and thirst

Whilst swooping seagulls doth readily screech

Following a script they have repeatedly rehearsed.

The lifeguards look on surveying the Atlantic waves

Orchestrating the performance of a sea of pleasure

With a rolling backdrop of hills and mysterious caves

Memories of this perfect place will be cherished forever.

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