A poem by Bill Sheldon
Seated on the promenade,
before me waves and glistening sands;
where a marching row of waterbreaks
recedes on either hand.
Gently shines the morning sun,
through residues of haze;
enveloping the culver cliffs,
in a warming golden glaze.
Towering right, the Ventnor heights;
colours warm in the morning light.
Flanked by long and rolling downs,
Fields flowing down to shanklin town.
Towards me now lies Sandown pier,
jutting seaward stark and clear.
Pavilions, sunlit gleaming white,
A helter-skelter coloured bright.
The morning haze is clearing now,
It will be a lovely day;
With holiday makers thronging the beach,
At sunny Sandown-bay.
