The dreamy sea washed ashore bringing little bubbles of life to its end Children splashed and jumped as wave after wave fell in Bucket and ***** at the ready as castles from the sky formed from minds in youth and fairy tales Cream at the ready as grandads cap retreats crisped from the comfort of his strippy deckchair he waits Mothers blankets blown from the wind held down by a shoe to be lost and a stone found yet not cast
These were the days we remember These are the days we forget These are the days to be treasured A fine sad old memory from a past we most had
Ice cream sounds calling at fathers request Is grandma still yawning from bingo's night fest a donut for mother all sugared and warm don't forget Charlie as woof is all heard A match game of cricket from children about or footy at lunchtime sweet sand in your mouth
These were the days we remember These are the days we forget These are the days to be treasured A fine sad old memory from a past we most had
Asleep from the sun and a sneaky quick pint as dad tries to doze be free to unwind A call for 3 strikes as rounders is found hear grandad all snoring more cream to be crowned Tis time for a dip to twinkle your toes to jump back a mile oh blimey its cold
These are the memories all children should have a time when no phones when a time wasn't planned No little computers to spoil the day just fun and great memories of children at play A time when your family all joined in the fun a shame we have lost this to greed and the sun