In the sunset glow, both world and waters calm
we strolled along the seafront arm in arm
to right and left lounged rusting hulls
overhead drifted screaming gulls
and before us in uncanny silence
from the sands arose two twisted pylons
where one night a raging conflagration
had produced this scene of devastation
not just some ramshackle dwelling
but home to a story that merits telling
where once had been music and lights
Mods and Rockers clashed in vicious fights
a fun palace that gave so many families cheer
the splendour that used to be Southgate pier.
When the pen takes control. 
What a wistful piece. It made me think of nearby Brighton with its rusting pier and Mods and Rockers. Such happy memories.
My 97!
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Wonderful writing, Bobby.
I’ve left the proper link on Sammi’s post 😉
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A great poem, Bobby, with effortless rhyme throughout! 🙂
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That is a lovely compliment, many thanks
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You are most welcome. It’s simply true! 🙂
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Memories…
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