Golden Skies
Down the Essex Coast.
On The Beach.
After a lovely warm hot day.
As the blue Skies are replaced by
Golden Skies as the sun settles down.
Watching the blue crystal elevating sea making waves, crushing like
crumbling mountains.
The sea gulls roaming around looking for leftovers, as the beach is quiet.
I could smell the tasty hot-dogs being
cooked with fried onions, my tummy
Is rumbling asking for yummy food.
What a lovely day.
Thanks for reading my poetry, if anyone wants to contact me please follow me at Mabe's Poetry on Facebook.
Also I released podcasts of some of my poems on https://anchor.fm/dashboard, which has different platforms, which includes Spotify.
Thank You
Richard Mabe
About the Creator
Richard Mabe
Hi everyone, I'm Richard from Milton Keynes in England and I've been writing poetry for many years. Also I play Guitar and Bass and even add music to my Poetry Podcasts. I usually write poems about all sort of things.
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