SKETCHING APRIL 

Deckchair,
Sun burn,
Sketching April,
When She falls,
A babe,
Blown,
When from Winter She walks,
Past ancient flags,
Now redundant,
As old Men make ready the Marlin
For sail,
And to May,
To dance,
Come the merry morning,
In colour resplendent,
Down by the Chapel, 'n' up by the Mosque,
Bringing the old facades to life,
Says, your creeckin' groaning swings,
This is reference,to the Cross 'n' the Veil,
Within the Park.,
Manner Park,
Eating Ices,
Whilst meeting shimmering waters,
Shimmering waters,
Next to the sands,,
Our playful sands
That gently slip beneath our Guarding waves,
Waves,

Causin' ripples,
Cress sing the pages of history,
Whilst looking for love
In noodles,
At the end of the line,
The Church bells would toll,
And toll again, 

And there was a story to be told,
My story,
Though I could still here the Engine,
Deep inside my aching head,
Somewhere on the Strand,
My love,
As when we parted
Where once we had eaten Ices,
At three,
Just as a little ship was lowered, lowered,
Causing pain to flood from my mouth,,

Like the River,
Higher up stream, stream.