A Whitby Break

Sat relaxing

The walking taxing

Joints are young

No energy sprung

Cottages blocking the view

Still, you take a pew

Sea for miles around

Feet firmly on the ground

Planted flowers blossoming

Bee’s and fly’s humming

Nature’s beauty at its best

Immersed, forget the rest

He is walking up the steps

I’d rather eat creeps

Awaiting his return

Time we cannot adjourn.