Is this my seaside?
The name is right
The pier stretches out still
But no-one walks along it
The fairground closed and quiet
The endless reaches of sand
Now taken by grass
Not to be walked on

Is this my seaside?
I think it was
The Victorian shop fronts
Still stand
But not thronged today
By holiday makers
Perhaps it is the rain

Perhaps we weren’t to blame
We didn’t let it go
Maybe it entertained us
Long enough
It has let us go
Been reclaimed by nature

But memory remains
I think I caught on the air
Just now
The faint scent of sugared doughnuts