Tick, tick, tick of my watch.
Now ten to ten I begin to hear
Other peoples day begin.
Grind, bang, clang the tram pulls away,
As if it's not quiet sure where to go on its single rail
I see many more people,
This place is filling with life again.
People are appearing and filling this place,
Like busy, industrious ants on a picnic rug.
Tourists hopping off the once again visible tram
Oh what do their curious eyes see?
I wonder, ponder.
Seagulls the dirty, flying rats,
Follow tirelessly in the search of their next meal.
No building, no matter how grand,
Can hide the life-less concrete.
The damage done to the spirit of this seaside,
Can not be hidden from my eyes.
Distractions are now starting to emerge,
What was calm this morning is turning,
A child's organised chaos.
Many more voices I can now hear,
Yet with all this chatter I hear no point.
11:30 is the time,
Now this place is buzzing with life.
So many smells and sounds.
All a mix, it some how reminds me of fruit salad.
Lines of impatient people await,
I sit here wondering, pondering again,
what could they have ordered?
On my hot chocolate I no longer have to wait,
It is here for the tasting.
The sight is enough,
Then the smell hits,
I can't wait to taste it on my lips.
As the spoon breaks the surface,
I think about what is to come next.
I splash a marsh-mellow in,
Watch as it sinks like a ship,
The froth engulfing it.
Smooth and creamy,
There's no greater thing.
The buzz of people around is still going,
But I feel less in the centre of it all.
1:30 now watching as people begin to wind down,
And start relaxing into the afternoon.
It's now too late to worry about what today will bring,
I can almost see my relief in others eyes.
Sunshine warms the faces of all I can see,
The comfortable hours are at hand.
This is what the seaside is all about,
The warm relaxing feeling reaching everyone.
The joy I watch children get out of chasing seagulls,
Make me wonder and ponder again,
How much did I spend last time I had that much fun?
Wind in my hair making it a mess,
But with this sunshine my mood has softened.
No longer being bothered by the noise of cars and clashing cutlery,
But the relentless seagulls once again at my feet.
This is the first time today I've walked further than the shop and out to the beach,
Still unsure of which I'd rather be close to.
I'd rather watch people walk by than the endless, rolling waves.
Sitting here wondering and pondering again,
How different could their lives be to my own?
Wind still blowing,
But softly almost silent.
The lack of noise is making my thoughts seem a screaming pitch.
Still thinking…
There will never be another day the same as this.
please note: this was a school excursion task. we had to write a reflective landscape poem. for the record i got an A. you think this is bad you should have heard some of the others.
