POEM AT EAST LOOE TOWN BEACH..  

Poem at East Looe Town Beach ,,
Wind and colour breaks,
Dinghy vessels,
Pleasure craft,
Mix with fishing boats
Whilst gulls and polka dots
Wait for their moments in tabloid
 Scraps,

As the talk is of Gigs,
Pasties and Cream,
The tide is not seen,

In this salt Sea air,#
That is forever a Cornish Summer,
Where dreams and legends 
 Made,

Holidays,

Difficulties for some,

Plymouth and Polperro call,
The Newmus is at Anchor,
When the Tattooed man seek business,
Just the Chopper appears,
Lads and their lines,
 Around the rocks,

And so another supplies the island.