STORM CLOUDS GATHER
A blanket of gold
People both young and old
Buckets and spades
Picnics and blankets laid
All at the seashore.
Storm clouds gather
The seas frothy white lather
Soon picnics and people gone
To where they all came from
All at the sea shore
The cackling, the bounding, that has come
Like the sound of a rumbling drum
Then darkness appears
As I wipe my tears
To hear the storm grow
All at the seashore.
I see a water spout
At the top of the sea
While people at home
Are making their tea
All at the sea shore.
The alarm I wake up late
the storm replaced by a sunny day,
I called for my mate
“Why don’t you join us come on and play”
All on a sunny day.
Poem by Laura Haynes Lucy Fielding
