Creative Works
A bit like Tai Chi
The sea moves rhythmically
Ebbing and flowing
Blackpool Tower
I
am
on top of
an iron tower
lasting symbol of
Victorian power once
the tallest strongest
in the land
it is clear
today and I
can see the
Isle of Man
day trippers
catch a tram
to Bispham
Fleetwood
folk like ants
on a mission
reach the beach
stroll on the prom
loll in deck chairs
with my eagle eye
I look down and spy
a boy looking out to sea
I know that little boy is me
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