Vigo did it well with camera roll,
Dipping into dreamers' daze,
Capturing a warm and wanting glow,
The spectacle of deckchair rows.

Delicious dancing girls raise a leg,
The dipper glides a windy ride,
There is grandpa on his wheels,
Cavorting  between lovers' bows.

And  where were you on Sunday?
Underneath the bandstand clock,
Waiting for life to depart,
And the silence of the dark.

Love Mary **