By the lighthouse that stands
on the Hunstanton cliffs
where the winds gust and seagulls take cover.
Where the view of the Wash
in its outstanding beauty
is better by far than all others.
Where the sky seems to stretch
up to heaven itself
and the low tide beach endlessly stretches
Where the artists and pupils
all sit at their easels
creating such personal sketches.
Where the poets all dream
and the seagulls all scream
and the world is a timeless existence.
That's where my dreams
and my hopes were dashed.
that's where I lost me last sixpence
As published in Back In The Days of Tanners and Bobs by A B Wyze
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You can listen to A B Wyze’s poetry readings at Beat Radio – the schedule for when A B Wyze is on is accessible HERE. David’s slot is 10.15 to 10.30 each Monday, on the Morning Show – With Ian Griffiths & A B Wyze
