Summer was backward in
coming forward here now but rather late
The winter hanging on to
the last knockings is now is past
White legged people hunt
for shorts and sandals unprepared for sun
Carelessly ignoring all
sensible advice now cold winds at last abate
Paying the price with hot
red sore skin after sunbathing is overdone
Like nails scratching a
blackboard bad weather unwillingly gone at last
In England we are
resigned from experience and know our fate
Greedily grasping every
possible given moment in the great outdoors
Familiar smells of Bar-B-Q
flaring to life cover torn off as families asked
Garden furniture dragged
out of the shed with spider’s silky webs spun
Tourists pour in by car
and train and bus to the suddenly crowded shores
Desirous of the deepest
tan of any family member not to be outdone
Locals watch them invade
the beach that to their city homes so contrast
Promenading in the sudden
heat buy the children inflatable dinosaurs
Sand between their toes
blisters from unaccustomed sandals wearing
As leaving for the journey
home is mentioned youngsters cry aghast
Bribed by parents who
giving in coax with a tasty burger in a bun
Start the long drive home
as sticky fingers a bag of salty fries are sharing
Will any of them see the
sunset behind then that all the locals stun
Radio stations changing
with distance from the broadcasting mast
No comfort for the teens
now is to have raunchy pop tunes blaring
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