Seaside Memories – Slant-poem

Travelling with the family,
mum, dad and three brothers.
Everything recalled dreamily,
in my timeless summers.

Pale sands, drift to a water’s edge
where, around ancient groins,
scalloped pools of clear water held
crustaceans for your toils.

Scuffing through estuary surf,
awed by giant concrete-
block remains, where those ascents were
denied chance to succeed.

Creating a fortress in sand
just for a day – until,
my action-men were left by chance,
deeply buried within.

A Sunday Market was a maze,
where traders did compete.
Finally we would leave this place,
since it was time to sleep.