A Place In The Sun

At the start of the Miners holidays, In the Welsh seaside town of Porthcawl, Many families would flock in their hundreds, For a hard earned break from the coal. The beach would be filled with tourists, For some sunshine, sea and sand, With colourful deckchairs placed everywhere, And the rides on the donkeys were grand! The fairground sounds in the distance, Beckoned the children in, Their eyes, open wide with excitement, The fun of the fair would begin. The merry go round was a favourite, Grand horses with manes of gold, Young children aboard with a smile on their face, Hold Tight! Were the words they'd be told. Many screams would be heard from the Haunted House, And the Water Chute, great to get wet! Tin cans were shot down, for a welcomed prize, Of a Goldfish to love as a pet. Good memories that many remember, Of those seaside days in the sun, A childhood memory, of special times, A childhood filled with fun. Jayne Louise Davies