Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Seaside

  • Let go

    Is this my seaside?The name is rightThe pier stretches out stillBut no-one walks along itThe fairground closed and quietThe endless reaches of sandNow taken by grassNot to be walked onIs this my seaside?I think it wasThe Victorian shop frontsStill standBut not thronged todayBy holiday makersPerhaps it is the rainPerhaps we weren’t to blameWe didn’t let… Read.

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